Spring Bee Hiving Moon
The days are getting longer. The large calendar I have with the yellow egg-yolk like mass in the center and the months around it in a circle grows closer to the calendar’s inner circle day-by-day. The yellow mass represents hours of sunlight, thicker and closer to the calendar as we grow close to the summer solstice, then gently beginning to pull away until a large gap exists by December 21st, the winter solstice. It’s a clever way to visualize a prime seasonal driver, hours of sunlight per day.
My order for nitrogen is on the way and I’m hoping the soil will at least be workable enough to plant the cool season crops before we leave for Denver. Kate and I look forward to the gardening time, though we’re also glad for the break during the winter.
I moved further into Book I of the Metamorphoses today. Deucalion, the son of Epithemus, the sole male survivor of the deluge, says, “Earth is the great mother (and)…the bones in the earth’s body are stones.” He and Pyrrha, daughter of Prometheus, and the sole remaining female after the flood, will repopulate the earth by throwing stones behind themselves as they walk and the stones will become humans.
[Deucalion and Pyrrha Repeople the World by Throwing Stones Behind Them, c.1636 (oil on canvas) by Rubens, Peter Paul (1577-1640)]
Her bones are still turning into people today.
