Flowers and Critters....a ncd

The strain of the past week has taken it's toll. Many are feeling the same way...and it's lunch time...somewhere!

This is a non-candidate diary...please respect that.

RULES:

No candidates stuff...not even wonderful local people....none, nada, nyet, zilch...

Post pictures or poetry or a happy personal thought!

Be kind to your fellow blogger...we are emotionally exhausted and need a rest!

Puppy Kisses...cause the puppies get runned over by the pooties too much!
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Cause babies always get along...
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Roses...because I love them...especially yellow ones!
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Robert Frost (1874–1963).  
A Boy’s Will.  1915.  
A Prayer in Spring
OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;  
And give us not to think so far away  
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here  
All simply in the springing of the year.  
 
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,    
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;  
And make us happy in the happy bees,  
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.  
 
And make us happy in the darting bird  
That suddenly above the bees is heard,      
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,  
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.  
 
For this is love and nothing else is love,  
The which it is reserved for God above  
To sanctify to what far ends He will,  
But which it only needs that we fulfil.  
 

And in anticipation of Easter / Spring Equinox next week...a little trivia / history for your day

Eostra falls on the spring equinox, when day and night are in equal balance and life has returned in profusion. The name derives from the Maiden Goddess of the same name, whose totem animal and consort was a hare.  At Eostra, eggs laid by the returning migrant birds were among the first food to be had as Spring pried loose the grip of Winter.  Young bird eggs became closely associated with Eostra. Since her Totem was the Hare we now have the Easter presence of egg-laying bunnies!  The equinox is one of the largest fertility festivals of the calendar, as thoughts once again turn to the Lady Aphrodite.

Bunnies without Easter Eggs....!