A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
image: vernal equinox @ yogaflava.blogspot.com
March 20 was the vernal or spring equinox. Vernal meaning green or spring-like. The 27th is Easter Sunday. Last night I watched Jupiter waltz with the moon across the velvet sky. This afternoon I photographed the new growth on the hydrangea and rose bushes. Migrating warblers hopefully will soon fill our yard with bird song. Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal are “beaking;” he brings her a seed, and she takes it from his beak – a mating ritual we think of as kissing. (I’m talking about birds, not neighbours with the last name of Cardinal).
Life is renewing itself. Spring is a time when we think of rebirth, resurrection, renewal of nature, body, mind, and spirit. Of life refreshed.
As Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, and I paraphrase: “In the Spring a [person’s] fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” What does your fancy turn to in Spring?
Once you have woven your tale, please tag it with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Tale Weaver and link back to this page. And, of course, you all are invited to click the mlmm linky, add your post, then stick around for colouring easter eggs.
Wooden easter eggs from Russia (when USSR)