Friday, March 20, 2009

Vernal Equinox...



Pussy Willows

Close your eyes
and do not peek
and I'll rub Spring
across your cheek -
smooth as satin,
soft and sleek -
close your eyes
and do not peek.

Aileen Fisher


Welcome to the first day of spring...









The most interesting tidbit regarding the vernal equinox that I discovered today came from Wikipedia...Although it sounds like fun, it is too cold here for me to think of suggesting this to my sailing husband...

"In Annapolis, Maryland, USA,
boatyard employees and sailboat owners celebrate the spring equinox with the
Burning Of The Socks festival. Traditionally, the boating community wears socks
only during the winter. These are burned at the approach of warmer weather,
which brings more customers and work to the area. Officially, nobody then wears
socks until the next equinox."

7 comments:

Char said...

LOL I didn't know that either. I also learned about it's supposed to be the only day you can balance an egg on it's end. but that's a hoax....

ds said...

Oh, that's priceless! Long-Suffering is no sailor, but can I burn his socks anyway? Enjoyed the poem and the photos. Happy Spring!

ELK said...

nice series here as always! ELK

Susan said...

Happy Spring to you! I have a couple of pairs of socks that should be burned! Nice photos of the catkins.

steviewren said...

That would suit me fine. I am always so happy to be able to go sockless and wear sandals again. I wore my flip flops for the 1st time weekend before last.

GailO said...

Char - I read that in Wikipedia too - and they say you can do it ANY day if you have the patience...I don't...

ds - Everyone I have mentioned this to have offered to burn some socks - I think go for it!

ELK - Thanks! You are sweet as always!

Susan - These catkins are not regular pussy willows which I haven't seen here yet but I don't know what they are...do you?

steviewren - I'm jealous of your weather if you can wear sandels already...still in the thirty's here today...I'm not burning my wool socks yet...:)

Joanne said...

I love the Aileen Fisher poem, and can just feel that touch of spring in the pussy willows! Lovely photos ...