Side Note -- "Summer is Icumen In"

Perhaps one day, after much research, I'll do a post on British history. I feel very in touch, in a way that's hard to define (because I'm new to it), with British history. My ancestors are British on my grandmother's side. On one hand this depresses me. My ancestors from the Mayflower undoubtedly owned slaves, or at least their descendants did. They probably ate some corpses, too, but I can forgive that way before the slaves. Still, that Anglo and Roman mix is part of me and I feel something special deep inside me when I watch The Wicker Man or anything else relating to British history. I feel it reading Shakespeare or Marlowe or Chaucer. Even Wilde and Austen. It is an important part of who I am, though I never thought I'd say it or care. So I present this old English song, also used (in another rendition) in The Wicker Man. My ancestors made many mistakes, slavery and monarchy among them, but no civilization has been without some gross injury. You cannot have a society with conveniences without using slavery, which is one reason why I'm anti-society even though I'm a social person (I believe in small, chosen, social groups). But, I must celebrate certain aspects of my heritage, and this is a wonderful appraisal of my favorite season, along with Autumn. So God bless. Despite our many flaws, human history must be celebrated for its virtues. And here is one branch I'm willing to extend.