nunoncastors

I worry for the Green Man; he should be here by now. As it is, Demeter still seems to be sulking and Jack Frost continues to nip at my heels, the bastard.

It isn’t that I suffer from S.A.D (because it’s bollocks. I mean really, grow up), but I’d quite like to see a little greenery and life flowing back into the world after all these months of endless grey. I want to bask, and I’m tired of being cold and damp and blustered upon, it’s not too much to ask is it?

If I find out he’s pratting about with Pan instead of heralding Spring I’m going to be so cross.