Happy Ostara

[lydamorehouse]

Mason came downstairs this morning to discover that, despite the cold, the Ostara Bunny made it to our house. At his spot on the dinning room table was a basket full of treats (and Peeps!) There was no egg hunt because it was a school day, but we plan on decorating eggs this weekend and having a search on Saturday morning. The bunny will have to try to make Her way back. Hopefully it will be a little warmer for Her return trip.

Even though Mason is nine, he still enjoys the fantasy of these things. He spent some time before school checking around the house to see if he could spot the Ostara bunny's tracks. Sure enough, She had clearly encircled the house--though he was a little worried to see cat paw prints in hot pursuit. I reminded him that the Ostara bunny is magical. When the cat struck out, she only caught the smell of Spring.

For some reason, Ostara is one of the holidays we always celebrate.. uh, religiously. I think maybe because in Minnesota the Equinox is, as the Vice-President might say, "a big f*cking deal." The windchill is below zero this morning, but the sun is deperately shining on. So, we always, no matter how lax we've been about every other holiday, remember the Spring Equinox.



I'm about to take off in a minute and do some long-distance errands. First, I have to get out to St. Louis Park to our tax guy to pick-up our tax forms. Then, it's off to the Sprawl of America to return a pair of shoes that Shawn ordered over the Internet that ended up having a weird, curved heel she couldn't walk on. After all that, I'll be joining "the ladies" for our usual Wednesday writing date at the Black Dog.

I guess it's good that today is equal part light/equal part dark.

Comments

[voxmyriad.livejournal.com]

The honey bread I left out for Baldur this morning was gone by this afternoon. Happy Ostara! Wishing you and your family a warm and prosperous spring.