Spring Equinox in New York

Spring comes to New York City in thigh-high snow boots, pockets full of pomegranate seeds and the sprouting hopes of Winter’s dead. Some shoot frigid thoughts her way, but Crocuses and Dogwoods stretch their roots under icy soil, and bloom. The wild Witch dances barefoot in snow, heating this mad world from the inside out. Frozen tears melt into dirt, and Spring shrouds Winter with songs of buzzing bees and butterfly kisses… to come.

frosty March
chilling flesh and bone,
but souls spring

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the wee notes…
– Remnants from our last snowstorm are dirty piles on the ground. So, I’m not celebrating this Spring Equinox in my traditional witchy way—walking in the woods as the sun rises, searching for spring sprouting through dead leaves, listening to birds sing of mating and fighting and of whose plumage is most impressive. On this first day of spring, I shall be Aries wild, and celebrate her coming by playing with my books, thinking of seeds, singing offkey, dancing… right after my limbs stop feeling stiff enough to snap (say that 13 times fast).
– Pomegranate Seeds ~ in Greek Mythology, spring doesn’t start until Persephone returns from the Underworld. Soon after her return, it is discovered that her stay won’t be permanent—she ate pomegranate seeds while she was there.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Wishing you a delicious Spring Equinox, my Wicked Luvs.

Passion in Bloom

I can’t garden as much as I would like, but I can still delight in watching my wild witchy garden grow… and bloom. I care for 20 something green babies, but only two of them flower—the daisy in autumn and the passiflora in spring. The latter just offered a late spring gift:
Passion Flower (1)

The whole house smells delicious. I can’t stop myself from walking to the vine, and inhaling the flowers’ yumminess from up-close… or from playing with the tendrils:
Passion Flower (2)

 

Nature is such a crafter, isn’t she? You leave her alone for bit… and she weaves wonders:
Passion Flower (3)

I’m not growing any vegetables at the moment. I was too sick to start the seeds when the time was right. I might buy a plant… I miss grabbing a tomato or a pepper from my own garden.

On the writing front, I’m editing and rewriting for my next short story collection. I’m taking it very slow… enjoying the process. I’m writing a tale or three in between. I’m living and grinning. What about you, my Wicked Luvs? What have you been up to?