flowers for Anne: sweet-smelling lilacs and raninculus blooms, larkspur, snow balls, and broom flower (from which the Plantagenet dynasty draws its name)
Anne’s shrine relocated to our hearth shrine for the festival
a full view of the shrine for Anne; under the rose teacup candle holder are the printed-out prayers submitted for her
handspun cord I created as a gift for Anne, with B pendant and crown
close up of the cord
offering basket with a nosegay of flowers and bakery box
we chose a spot beneath an oak tree
a setting of antique French lace for Anne’s offerings
local smoked humanely raised ham, Cottwald and Mourbier cheeses, a handcrafted cherry pocket pie, local artisan bread, local strawberries, petits four, three-flower honey, champagne mustard, and rose wine disguised in a metal flask
latticed cherry pocket pie
the offering site as we left it
a feathery type of honeysuckle
Odin by Lynn Perkins
Yesterday morning we started out early with our basket of offerings, walked the two miles to the Owen Memorial Rose Garden Here in Eugene, read aloud the beautiful prayers submitted for Anne, and shared a picnic brunch with her consisting of local and artisan foods and French rose wine. In previous years with this festival, too much of my emphasis has been on the horror of how Anne died, but She much prefers our thoughts to be on how she lived (for her downfall and death was but a small portion of that). She may have lived for all too brief a time, but during that time She shone brightly (as She does still), and changed the fate not only of a nation but of people everywhere: passionate reformer, advocate of access to conversation with the Divine for all, lady whose every action was steeped in glamour and style, wife, mother, Queen.
Enjoy the photos!