a small picnic between you and a friend. you're both in long ,flowy, white dresses with blue ribbon around the waists and laced collar. they flow through the wind at hit flowers as you walk through a graveyard trying to find a spot to sit down. you find one next to a statue of a beautiful angel. you take out the food from a basket with a lovely red and white plaid blanket. you have fresh peaches, apples with honey, french bread with ricotta and fresh tomatoes, sweet strawberries, roasted potatoes, and milk jars filled with green tea. imbolc is always a great time to eat fresh foods and cleanse your body.
you go on another picnic on a day about a week later. you bring just snacks this time. you have, in a lovely brown cloth bag, pomegranate seeds, chocolate pieces, strawberries, oat and banana cookies, and some dandelion tea. since it is lupercalia, you bring sweet offerings for the dead. red and white roses, lavender and chamomile smudges, and the shiniest possible dimes. all is well, you feel true peace.
