Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! John Keats These days, flowers blossom in reckless abandon, and colors grace my sight. When I open the front or back door, the world is filled with the scent of jasmine–mysterious, sweet, and tantalizing. New ideas germinate in my mind. Vivid stories appear on the page. Springtime energy… Continue reading Fae Friday: Beltane Lady