Yew, the Alpha and Omega… Fate! She is ever present even among the Hawthorn blossom, harbinger of regeneration and the abundance of summer. The Oak king bares his crown of fresh green sprigs yet bellowing over him the willow boughs droop and sway in the breeze, mourning for the inevitable loss and eventual death of all things… The cycle of life, sex and death, a tapestry eternally woven by Fate’s own hand.
Blessèd Roodmas all!!!