Don't let that image fool you. It's from 2017. A mirage from the past.
The seasons don't lie. Science only divides those into three month sections for its OCD convenience.
Outside, a warming sun diminishes great gobs of ice and snow by the minute. Male cardinals trill, hoping to attract a mate. Sparrows don't have that problem and are already busy having sex. A smattering of robins have returned.
Under all that snow, earned knowledge and experience tell me life stirs.
Shrinking winter reveals leftover mystery.
Though doesn't answer it…
Today on the prairie, spring remains largely an abstract concept.
Later this month, we'll greet the traditional pagan turning. Since that's as likely to be grey wet and chill as not, it's just a celestial crapshoot.
So for now, the cold light of science will do.
Too early for my taste. I'm standing firm with Pan and my pagan droogies reckoning on spring-timing. More time for hibernating.
ReplyDeleteWell, there is that. But we can hibernate while spring arrives, thus proving that occasionally two complimentary things can actually happen at once...
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