I know I missed my usual post on Feb. 2, Brigit's Feast but the clouds were parting for an important arrival.
The sun gave up it's own shadow early in the afternoon...
before the birth of my Grandson, born Feb. 2. We call him "groundhog" and I know he has the gift of prophecy.
On day 2, he was already calling for peace in his serene way.
Though it snowed a week later, we knew that it would be an early Spring... groundhog said so!
The robins made an early appearance and I heard the first Meadowlark shortly thereafter.
The sunrises were just stellar in color and intensity.
A sign of the power of Womanhood whose time has come!
On Ostara the squirrels were already celebrating, this little guy let me take a glamor shot... quite rare in these parts.
I found this lovely daffodil in the middle of the forest, which called my attendance on this special occasion!
This is a wildflower that I need to research... so plentiful in the woods.
All is abloom at the edge of the river and temps here are in the high 70's... an early Spring as predicted.
From the decay of old forest wood comes new life... always amazing to this old witch!
It was the most beautiful explosion of Spring blooms in recent memory... Happy Ostara, Happy Spring!
