Well, you knew that, right? But they continually amaze me anew; I was flabbergasted today with this incredible treat. Thank you, Niamh! I am still speechless. Can you believe it? This cake shows the fae folk of Ireland welcoming me to a little cottage in Galway by the bay. And the pièce de résistance? Chocolate stout cake.
The pictures don’t do it justice. The incredible artistry of the waves of the sea, the trees, and the little chocolate woodpile! All the little fairy folk and the roaring fire: absolutely gorgeous. Everyone said it was almost too beautiful to eat — but we managed to find a way to do it. As Maryann said (or was it Allan?) it’s kind of like a Buddhist sand mandala — painstakingly created but not meant to last. Except chocolate, mmmm.
The perfect capper to a wonderful day; Mary’s home is such a sanctuary, although even out in the hills it was in the 90s. I headed out to the cave as usual and there was a good blast of cold air coming out from its depths. It was a relaxing day with people drifting in and out, conversations and quiet. Wonderful to spend a glorious day with some of my favourite people 🙂 I felt much better than yesterday, when watching the horror unfold in Norway made me want to runaway with Yeats’ Stolen Child.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.