Petals--we made it. There might be acres of snow on the ground, mud where snow isn't, but the equinox has arrived and the first birdsong arrives before dawn.
If the birds are sure the worst has passed, that's good enough for me.
It's a good lesson though, isn't it? The only discernible change is the length and breadth of light, the arrival of birdsong. Even if the weather clings stubbornly to to February, spring has arrived. The fire and will and downright action-planning Aries has arrived. This is the true start to the new year, and this morning we wake with fire in our hearts.
Let the thaw begin.