This evening we witnessed the lunar eclipse from the back yard. And as promised the moon turned red, well actually a shade of red that most of us would call pink. Having earlier stated that a red moon is usually “horrifically prophetic”, I have to admit that I’m not so sure about a pink one. I’m sure I’ll eventually catch tail of what people, I mean the very spiritual ones, are saying about this. I presume probably something about coming into a new season, oh yes of course, it’s called Spring.
When is Spring anyway? Tradition will tell us in the non-tropical northern hemisphere that Spring runs Feb/Mar/Apr, the meteorologists say Mar/Apr/May, and astronomers want to wait until the days have definately got longer in Apr/May/Jun. Bill Oddie would like you to join in with a public nature survey to spot the biological seasonal indicators, we’re talking fauna and flora here, like bumblebees and frogspawn.
Spring? Thats when the ice on Norrviken is too thin for skating, or when the little birds come to the balcony to eat the fat balls, or when the temperature is positive for a number of days… oh wait that last one means it isn’t quite Spring.
It isn’t Spring to me until the allotment is no longer snow covered and I can dig…
http://tjugofyrasju.be/
(the book about the pink moon is now in swedish)