Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where the righteous Celtic pantheon wishes to greet you with a hearty Happy Alban Eiler!
About 90 minutes before this posting, the sun crossed the equator. (I bet I got it right this time.)
Take a moment to honor your ancestors and the ancestors of your place. Think what spring must have meant to them. Especially those Native Americans in Canada that got buried under five feet blizzards. All hail these hardy folks!
And let us not forget the ancestors of the African people, who were brought to these shores against their wills. Where are their bored gods now? All hail those bored gods, may they find light and worship again!
We at "The Gods Are Bored" have some posts planned, but we're so doggoned busy being a school teacher. It just don't come natural, like writing does.
So, a blessed Alban Eiler to you and yours, celebrate the spring, if it's spring where you are!
Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where
The buzzards iz.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS, no matter how stupid some people might find that title!