It rained, it snow, it sleeted, and the wind blew and the temperature dropped. No fair weather in sight, on this Imbolic.
Candlemas or Imbolic being the day for new beginnings, the day when we venture out to see if it is time to waken from out winter stupors. Beginning to prepare to re-emerge into the warmth of a green and growing world, for me there are garden plans to make, may-be even a vacation to dream about. Certainly the warmth of the sun, and the sight of flowers, will be more than welcome after this perpetual winter.
Under her blanket of snow and ice Gia stirs, but is not yet ready to rise from her slumbers, the earth is half of the way to Spring. And we are half of the way through the worst of winter. On this day generations before us took stock of their supply of stored food and fuel, hopeful that they had enough for the rest of the season. and i can take stock of all of the projects that will have to wait until next winter, because as soon as possible, I will be out side playing in dirt.
