March 21, 2010

Spring Equinox

It is the spring equinox and after this day and night of equal length we turn more and more towards the light half of the year.
I love the festival it is such a cheery one for me. The signs of spring are everywhere. Lots of colour coming on the trees, a multitude of daffodils in the verges and much activity from the rooks.

I like the way that even in what looks poor soil you can find a flower or two.
These bare trees will very soon be green
These pictures were taken a few days ago, I think the daffodils may be in full bloom now.
They bloom anywhere
Click this picture to enlarge it and you may just see a frog

Walks in woodlands lift my spirits, I feel closer to the Goddess among trees.
Is this to stop us going on?

Strange shapes on broken trees, if I look closely I see the face of the Green Man all around
Here crowned with verdant growth, a suitable consort for the Goddess
This egg like stone covered in moss represents one of the other names for the Spring Equinox, Ostara.
Eggs and hares the things I think of when it is this turn of the wheel.

Then on to something different:)
While visiting MiL the other day we called in a local charity shop. Just look what I found there:)
Whoever made this set had a true artists eye. Such lush colours that change as the light reflects . The base is very soft kid leather.
Isn't it gorgeous?
Then one more picture of daffodils in honour of the Lady and the Lord.

Happy Ostara may the seeds you plant be fertile and abundant.


Debra She Who Seeks said...

Ostara blessings to you and Mr. Mog! And what a terrific find in the charity shop!

Tammy said...

This is my absolute favorite time of year. All the new growth and not so dull out there.

Dorothy said...

How wonderful that this weekend was the equinox - I haven't been reading the small print in my diary - but I did notice that in about 2 days there appeared all at once: daffodils in flower, little lambs in the field up the road, and leaf buds on all the trees.

TutleyMutley said...

'Ostara' what a lovely new word for me to roll around. Happy equinox to you and mr mog too!

Spring is most definitely in the air.

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