Spring Bloodroot Moon
A rainy Saturday. The snow has begun to melt faster and the front yard has a few wide expanses of what looks like moldy grass. Which, of course, is what it is. This next week or two will see the daffodil, crocus, scylla and bloodroot bloom. Then we’ll have emerging and blooming that will last well into fall. Work for ourselves begins, too: planting, weeding, tree felling, fire pit and area finishing, bee keeping, bagging the apple blooms in the orchard. The dogs of course have hole digging, barking and animal hunting.
These kind of days are the portals between the seasons when one lets go, grudgingly, and the other insists, sometimes gently, sometimes not on ascendance.
A fire in the fire place, a good book. Or, as I’ve got right now, another sentence from Ovid.
