w00t! I caught the Easter Bunny!
Heard a commotion in the henhouse, and found this in the nest box. I reckon if your chicken passes a bunny, it’s an Easter miracle.
Pursuant to the daffodils of yesterday, I give you the natural calendar of Sussex:
Snowdrops first, February sometime. Then daffodils, March.
Then lambs (and bunnies) — the very first in March, most in April.
May. It’s my birthday and the whole place explodes in white — the hawthorn and blackthorn hedges, and the plum trees and apple trees. The elderflowers. All bloom snowy white.
Then begins the long Summer fête season. June, July, August. (I’m on the church fête committee this year. I hope you appreciate the hilarity). Crops from the gardens and the local fruit farms. The Perseid Meteor Showers.
Then September, November. Elderberries and blackberries. Harvest Festival. Uncle B’s birthday. The Sussex bonfire season begins.
Thanksgiving (okay, I snuck that one onto the Limey calendar). Christmas.
Then…ugh. The six, eight weeks of cold and gray between Christmas and snowdrops is mighty grim. Our anniversary in the middle doesn’t liven it up much.
Still, ten months of stuff to look forward to is a pretty good go. I don’t remember such regular seasonal markers back home. I hiked in all four seasons, so it’s not that I was completely oblivious to nature. I guess the cubicle ate so much of my time.
I’m one wimple short of a Medieval Book of Hours here.
March 30, 2011 — 9:18 pm
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