The Mountain Greening
All Things Linked
Of all the magics I have witnessed, the time of the mountain greening is perhaps that which quickens my heart the most.
The bursting of spring is deliciously fresh, the bee drone of the long hot summer days sensuality itself, the roaring of the stags as the woodlands turn red and gold and yellow and russet thrills without exception, and the deep quiet of the snow-thick winter places the perfect hideaway for serious meditation.
Yet, for each of the four readily-acknowledged seasons, there are many others shoehorned within their boundaries — and, increasingly, those boundaries and dates are themselves stretched and altered.