Spring is an undeniable astronomical event. But where we live guides our perception of it!
When I was growing up in the North East, My Mother used to sing, “When it’s Springtime in the Rockies, you’ll be coming home to me…”
And, she used to plant crocus and daffodil, and forsythia, in her garden. As you probably know, crocus and daffodil are bulbs and so we all had a great time each year, waiting for the flowers to sprout each Spring, bulb hunting. (I think that’s the origins of the Easter Egg hunt, if you ask me.)
This was of course after we had spent a long cold winter, ice skating or playing in the snow, and feeding birds at our bird feeder, and collecting bird feathers. We longed for Spring, for the flowers to come, and the soft rains and the mud. I actually enjoyed mud for a day or two until it would freeze or dry (or both) and then it was very hard to walk over those gnarly frozen muddy tracks.
But Spring would come each year and we would enjoy the influx of the flowers and birds and flowering shrubs and budding trees.
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Gulf of Mexico at Dusk, March 2014. (c) 2014 WhaleMaiden, All Rights Reserved.
This is why I encourage you to synchronize your pagan observances with where you live.