Or certainly used to be in this part of the world. February 1st being the ancient Celtic festival date for Imbolc, when winter was considered to be passing into spring. A word of old Gaelic origin, which derives from the Irish i imbolg, meaning “out of the belly, or womb”, it used to be celebrated on February 1st and was one of the 4 major seasonal marker dates in the Celtic world. The others being Beltane (May 1st), Lughnasadah (August 1st), and Samhain (November 1st). Imbolc celebrated the female Celtic fertility goddess Brighid.
In Ireland, at Imbolc, simple Brighid’s crosses were made from a doll-like figure of Brighid, called a Brídeóg, and would be carried from house-to-house. Brighid was said to visit one’s home at Imbolc. To receive her blessings, people would make a bed for Brighid and leave her food and drink, while items of clothing would be left outside for her to bless. Brighid was also invoked to protect livestock, and the festival might even have coincided with the birth of the first lambs.
The period of Celtic dominance in Britain ran from roughly 500 BC to the arrival of the Romans in Britain in about 50 AD, and Imbolc would have been cause for such pagan ritual celebrations on February 1st, with feasts, candles, weather divination and many local variations in customs. Little did I know of the fearsome reputation of the warmongering Celts, (carrying severed heads as tokens of their success, for example) when I competed fiercely and nobly against the Saxons, Normans and Vikings in the house competitions at Prestfelde.Click here and here for more details of Celtic culture and history.
What’s interesting is that around the time that Christianity reached the shores of Britain and Ireland, there’s some doubt as to what happened next, as far as Imbolc is concerned. Brighid seems to have become Christianised, and replaced by Saint Brig(h)id, or Brigid, or Bridget. Imbolc gradually lost its prominence, and became known as the Feast of Saint Brigid, though curiously the term Imbolc is still used in celebrations in Ireland to this day. Click here for more. And here for much more on just who Saint Brigid of Kildare was.
Galanthus “Kildare” below…
Meanwhile across the Irish sea over here in, (then), Catholic Wales, the festival of Candelmas(s) was celebrated on February 2nd commemorating the Feast of the purification of the Virgin Mary as Gŵyl Fair y Canhwyllau.
I’ve yet to be able to glean much information on the Welsh festival of Mary and the Candles. My hope is that at some point in my Welsh Historic Snowdrop Hunt, someone will enlighten me, or give me some links to follow up. But such a festival would probably have been suppressed after the time of the British reformation, and after listening to the excellent recent “In Our Time” programme on Owain Glyndwr (click here to listen), was struck by how little hard factual information was ever written down in Wales around that time. And if it was, untranslated, it would anyway defeat me.
The heron senses spawning time is nigh, flies in, then on, spying danger. To poach at a different, safer venue …The sparrows are chattering expectantly once more. Rabbits and foxes have moved into the magic terrace garden, though not quite at the same time…
Then, dramatically, an influx of mild Atlantic air brought overnight rain, and after midday on the 4th, the sun shone. With winds still from the North, it couldn’t be described as warm, but just the day earlier, I’d picked up a significant temperature rise as I walked into this Western section of our copse garden.
Sheltered from the North by the higher ground and bordering shrubs of our mossy croquet lawn, and now also sheltered from the East, by evergreen Camellias, Daphne and Rhododendrons, which are well over shoulder high there are two large areas of spring bulbs which receive any sunshine on offer, between about noon and 3 pm. Having abandoned my third layer to do some hand pollinating of open Crocus flowers in these areas on the third, I was sufficiently struck by the warmer temperatures to go inside and drag Fiona out to experience them.
There was no bee activity at all on the 3rd, with ice around in most other areas and the ground still frozen hard, yet the early white Crocus chrysanthus “Ard Schenk”, were indeed wide open in these benign pockets of warmer air, with obvious loose pollen inside a few flowers. Only a few Crocus tommasinianus grown from seed scattered along the cobbles at the very front of the house could manage to open elsewhere in the garden …
So on the 4th, having checked the morning weather forecasts I was ready to have a look at the hive once the sun broke through the clouds, just before 12.30 pm. Masses of milling bees, but no sign of any visiting flowers in the garden.
However by 1.45 pm, it was a different story. At last I found a couple of honeybees inside a snowdrop above the croquet lawn, with collected pollen – interestingly a local form of G. nivalis.Then one inside a rather sad looking Hellebore, hit by those earlier very low temperatures…Finally I headed down past the massed Cyclamen coum and into the lower copse…The bees had very quickly discovered that this was where the real action was, and this small area of the garden was audibly buzzing with hundreds of bees collecting pollen and nectar from all the plants I knew would be visited, given benign weather. However with great delight I also discovered, for the first time, masses were visiting the exquisitely scented flowers of Daphne bholua “Jacqueline Postil”, which we’re now very fortunate to have growing in a few thickets.
But it does highlight the benefit of growing many of these early flowering spring bulbs, and also that where they’re sited is really important. All our more “special” snowdrops in their East facing, slightly more exposed location, simply never got warm enough to attract any bee visitors. Galanthus “Imbolc”, below, first found in the garden of the galanthophile extraordinaire, Primrose Warburg….
G. “Primrose Warburg”, below…
Has the divine Imbolc hag, the Cailleach, had the right sort of weather to gather enough firewood, I wonder? Will winter return?
And watch this space.