A Recipe for May Wine with Sweet Woodruff

The delicious smell of lilac is in the air and afternoon thunderstorms rumble through the land leaving trails of bright green across the hills.

The days are longer and baby birds are purring in their nests waiting for momma bird and worm.

Everything feels fresh and new and possible.  Couples are getting married to the backdrop of purple irises and bright pink peonies and the gorgeous warmth of the sun calls us out of our weathered skins and onto trails, mountains and lakes. Mother nature asks us to linger awhile, to get reacquainted with one another.

We seem to wake up inside, to this primeval certainty of early summer.  We have made it through the dark, cold months and it is time to celebrate.

With roots in old pagan fertility rites, May wine is part of the ancient magic that calls us outward.  

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