If it's baking, historical celebration foods, late-Roman Europe, Christmas, Easter, pre-16thC chivalry, or the old high days, holy-days & festivals, I'm in!
Today is the Feast of St. Botolph.
St. Botolph was one of the earliest and most revered of East Anglian saints, and became known as the patron saint of wayfarers.
Gordon Slater's lovely hymn-tune of 1929 is named after him also.
It was Old Midsummer and all was quiet and peaceful in the village. The gentle air was scored with the notes of a Dorset June: a distant aeroplane high over Abbotsbury, an occasional motor car or wagon or gig rumbling along the sea road, a cuckoo deep in the Greenwood, the sky larks over the fields, Wolf's portable gramophone playing in the overgrown meadow, the flickered shriek of the swifts along Lace Street. Old Fox's enchanting garden was in full-tangled-bloom by Barnaby day, and the humble-bees were loud there too, drowsily making their way from flower to flower, particularly favouring the fox-gloves, which grew in great abundance, it being a fox's dwelling and a fox of eminence at that.
"The Fairies’ Song" by Arthur Rackham (1908) 🌙🧚♀️
From "A Midsummer Night’s Dream" by William Shakespeare
Midsummer is coming… time to learn the words! ✨
#midsummer#summersolstice
Classic.
This Danish road safety advert is more accurate than quite a few Viking films & tv shows... and photo shoots... ;)
But above all, it's very, very funny:
https://t.co/J0534wrwCc
@fakehistoryhunt I'm so 'in'.
I have SOME traditional baking skills, but as both a police inspector, former jouster and keen HEMA enthusiast, I might be better placed organising the town Watchmen / Bellmen.
So my list of foods & ingredients available in Medieval Europe is getting a bit out of hand, so I'm giving it it's own article, you can find it here:
https://t.co/i2CvVX7Osk
'Boþe groundez and þe greuez, grene ar her wedez,
Bryddez busken to bylde, and bremlych syngen
For solace of þe softe somer þat sues þerafter...'
A beautiful passage from 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight', on how spring triumphs after the testing time of Lent.
Queen BUMBLEBEES - HELP THEM OUT!
A vital thread concerning bumblebee queens at this time of year!
Please #retweet/#share. EVERY QUEEN BUMBLEBEE THAT SURVIVES GETS TO ESTABLISH A NEST which otherwise would not happen.
Let me explain.
1/11
#bees#help#love#nature#bumblebees
I find it bleak how millions have grown up not knowing of Guinevere & Galahad, Odysseus & Circe, Rick & Ilsa. There’s been a mass cultural forgetting, not from war or plague but because we simply stopped teaching the old stories. We are a poorer people for not knowing them.
Had enough of the chocolate eggs this weekend? Then why not try one of these recipes from Charlotte Mason's 1773 cookbook, The Lady's Assistant, and eat like a Georgian. 🍽
How do you like your eggs in the morning? boiled, poached or perhaps buttered? 🍳
#EatLikeAGeorgian
#RevealTuesday
The answer was Sul y Blodau (Flowering Sunday). Observed around Palm Sunday in Wales, families decorate graves with fresh flowers and evergreens — especially honouring the recently departed. A tradition of remembrance and renewal.
Easter is special and celebrated a bit differently all over the world.
In many parts of Europe we decorate our Easter eggs with humble everyday flowers.
The coloring, especially in the past was made exclusively from natural materials !
People in Anglo-Saxon England made the most of their Easter holiday, to judge from this comment by Ælfric in an Easter week sermon:
'Very many there are who on this day will drink to vomiting, and shamefully brawl among themselves...' 🍻
https://t.co/MGvZuaemfw
Easter week has long been a time of spring holiday: Alfred the Great's law-code, from the late 9th century, directs that workers should be given a holiday for the week before and the week after Easter. It was the longest stretch of holiday in the year. Not bad!
(CCCC MS. 383)
'When I see blosmes springe,
And hear foules song,
A swete love-longynge
Myn herte thourhout stong,
Al for a love newe
That is so swete and trewe,
That gladieth al my song...'
A medieval springtime poem for Eastertide: https://t.co/lXKwvyuXB1