I followed this with offerings to the household gods, making use of two new hymns to Rosmerta as part of the libations.
This evening, after a day on the allotment I will set about my 'proper' ritual and triple toast in honour of Briganti at a time being shared with others of similar persuasion.
A Hymn to Rosmerta at the filling of the cup
It is you who pours out this drink,
not my hands that cause it's flowing.
It is you that can make this happen
as it is you who has that power to give
it is you who bestow this drink upon us
it is you who hands it to the sovereign
not my hands that pour and present it Rosmerta;
it is only you who can offer this cup
it is you who makes it more than it is
through your grace it becomes the
drink of sovereignty, bestowed
upon those of the Teguloktos Rigantona.
A Hymn to Rosmerta at the making of a libation
The bull sons pour down
onto the belly of the mare
and under the gaze of the golden
chariot; are fruits borne.
It is your place to pour them
and proper for you to provide
them. Into my hands
place them and guide
me in my pouring.
May the libation be good.
Your hand at mine so the oblation may be proper
and the guest honoured.
Rosmerta; guide my pouring.