The Linden trees are blooming, filling the air with a heady perfume. Have you ever smelled it? Rich and sensuous and redolent of summer. I’ve gathered some of the flowers for drying – to be offered up to the Vanir or to the Wights of the Land, most likely, or perhaps blended into a mixture for some kind of magic.
The few I’ve gathered dried down quite a bit, so I’ll have to go out for more before the flowers fade and fall. The linden is a tree with a lot of lore, you know – though one almost never thinks of it as a Tree of Power – yet it is. I’ll gather my thoughts on it, and speak more of Linden, soon.