Come now, we must let her have her day. We can rake her over the coals tomorrow, the coals of the Wicker Man.
“Come now, we must let her have her day.”
Must...not...make....”every dog.....”....wisecrack.
[dammit...I just bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood]
The groom arrives to the altar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEOQqnHMSMc
Still chilling, after all these years.
[I see that the web has pretty much “sanitized” everything about Lughnasadh/Lammas, now. It’s all pretty corn dollies, stuffing your face and happy dances. Yeah. Right.]
Hmmm....remember that old TV movie “The Dark Secret Of Harvest Home”?
Bette Davis was in it.
John Barleycorn wept.