March 28 is the feast day of St. Alkelda. According to legend, Alkelda was an Anglo-Saxon princess in 800 A.D. who was strangled to death by pagan Danish women. According to my research, there is no documentation of this saint until the late Middle-Ages, and her name may simply be derived from the Saxon word haligkelda, which can be translated to "holy well" or "healing spring." Alkelda has two churches dedicated to her: one in Middleham, and one in Giggleswick.
March 28 is also my birthday. Today I am 37, and while birthdays aren't quite the big deal that they were when I was a little girl, I'm still self-centered enough to think of it as the real first day of spring. On March 20, the daffodils were still closed, but now they are in bloom, as are the violets. The trillium in my garden have just begun to unfurl their petals. Speaking of trillium, I am currently at work stitching up a trillium boy doll (nature table action figure!) for the Etsy shop opening May 1. I've already stitched up a red sunflower and a borage doll. I feel a bit wistful about selling them, as it's different from making dolls for friends on commission or as presents. When I told my mom about my ambivalence, she said, "Your grandfather always felt that way about his paintings."