A Spell for Haymaking
Today I was The Spellwright for the Hay Meadow Festival in a cool and beautiful field below The Stiperstones in Shropshire. Whenever I looked up I saw people scything meadow grasses, tossing haybales over a high bar with a pitchfork, making flowers, drinking beer, listening to a spot of jazz and swing. All very lovely. Meantime, I wrote spell after spell, for people of all … Continue reading A Spell for Haymaking