It's Ostara, the vernal equinox, first day of spring. We could, theoretically, still have a freeze, but it's less and less likely with each passing day. The flowers in the tree line, narcissus and daffodil, have been riotous, and the yellow Kraken that is our forsythia is busting out with blooms. The ornamental plum tree is already sending scattered showers of delicate pink petals over our heads with every errant breeze.
The kids and I are decorating eggs. They found that the Ostara Hare paid us a visit in the night and left them a few little treats, and I make sweet rolls for breakfast so they're about as calm as a cricket on a hot plate, so the egg decorating should be a hoot.
Welcome, spring. Welcome mellow days and blossoming things and green shoots poking up from the earth. Welcome lengthening light and fireflies in the night.
Welcome pollen, too, and thank heavens for allergy pills!
If you celebrate Ostara, how do you?
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Ostara here in North Idaho didn't do much for spring. Most pagen here is in closet.
My snow drops and crocus are in bloom and soon to follow daffodils and Easter Hythseins.
Stop by for a cup of coffee some time.
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