It is not midwinter yet the landscape has been covered in snow for almost two weeks now - with no end in sight.
I had no intention of writing until midwinter - out of respect to Igraine - so I could then turn my attention more fully to Morgaine.
However, in response to reports of a wilful act of destruction, I felt compelled to do.
According to legend and echoed in the Mists of Avalon, Jesus' uncle, Joseph of Arimathea, was welcomed to Glastonbury by the Druids and Christian priests alike. He then took Jesus' staff and planted it on Wearyall Hill, where it took root and sprouted, blossoming at Christmas and Easter.
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