Is it spring yet?

For a brief moment this morning, I thought today’s full moon was the last full moon this winter. Then I realized the March full moon occurs prior to the vernal equinox. Then I remembered that close only counts in horseshoes. Spring’s arrival is beginning to look like the proverbial carrot suspended ahead of the donkey. At least we have the ever increasing in blooms and leaves forced forsythia stems to help us hang  in there.

Full moon: Suckerfish (Ojibwe) Popping Trees (Lakota)

Photo by J. Harrington

The bread with Irish flour has been baked and tasted. I really like it. We’ll see what the Better Half says later today. She’s currently off doing grandmotherly things. Her tasting is less biased than the baker’s so we’ll provide an update later today or tomorrow.

As we look about, it’s tough to decide which is the wilder roller coaster ride these days: the stock market or the daily temperatures. Tomorrow’s high temperature is forecast to be about one third today’s and Friday’s to be about 3.5 times tomorrow’s. Next week we’ll be lucky to reach half of a normal daily high (finally at freezing/thawing for a high). Market changes tend to be around 1% daily, so I guess the temperatures win for volatility.

As we are more than halfway through Black History Month and approaching the beginning of Women’s History Month and meteorological spring, today’s poem by a Black Woman seems to fit nicely.

BLK History Month

By Nikki Giovanni

If Black History Month is not

viable then wind does not

carry the seeds and drop them

on fertile ground

rain does not

dampen the land

and encourage the seeds

to root

sun does not

warm the earth

and kiss the seedlings

and tell them plain:

You’re As Good As Anybody Else

You’ve Got A Place Here, Too

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