Friday 30 April 2021

Walpurgisnacht - which bears the name of an English nun born in the neighbouring county of Devonshire.

Chambers' Book of Days tells us:

"The eve of May Day is a time when witches are believed to fly abroad.  In Germany it is known as Walpurgisnacht, a night that bears the name of an English nun, St. Walburga (or Walpurgis), who became the abbess of Heidenheim in the eighth century.  On Walpurgisnacht, witches are said to gather at the Brocken, the highest peak of the Harz Mountains in Germany.  There they carouse with the devil until midnight , when the Queen of May appears.  (In other parts of the country, other high places are said to be the scene of the revelries.)  The night is marked by fancy-dress celebrations, with costumes similar to those of Hallow'een, and by singing and dancing around bonfires."

St. Walburga was born, c. 710, in the county of Devonshire into a local aristocratic family.  She was the daughter of an under king of the West Saxons.  At the age of 11 Walburga was entrusted to the abbess of Wimborne Abbey in Dorsetshire and in the course of time became a nun.

Eventually Walburga, after 26 years at Wimborne, travelled with her brothers to Francia to assist St. Boniface in evangelising the still pagan Germans.

Walburga became a nun at the double monastery of Heidenheim amm Hahnenkamm which was founded by her brother Willibald.  He named her as his successor and she became abbess of the monastery following his death in 751.

Walburga died in February 777 or 779 - the records are unclear - and was canonised by Pope Adrien the Second in 870.


Monday 26 April 2021

Forget-Me-Nots in a South Somerset garden, and a poetic tribute to them.

Lots of wood forget-me-nots have sprung up beneath a holly hedge in my garden.  Below are a couple of photos of them and a very appropriate poem in tribute to them. 



And closer in!


The Forget-Me-Not Fairy

By Cicely Mary Barker


So small, so blue, in grassy places

My flowers raise

Their tiny faces.

 

By streams my bigger sisters grow

And smile in gardens

In a row.

 

I’ve never seen a garden plot;

But though I’m small

Forget me not.