I want one of these:
The birds are waking up suspiciously before I do lately. They had to have started long before I woke today because there was already that blue twilight that brings to mind the word murky even though the air is clear.
I have long ago decided (so I decide yet again) to refuse to question the words that my brain decides to add to the mix. So murky it is.
Birds (from their calls):
Sorry, three definite bird identifications before full consciousness is all anyone can really ask of me.
And there it is.
A very happy Spring Equinox to everyone who happens by.
It’s finally turned into February here. This gray cold misty weather that we have now belongs to February and not to the tail end of March. This weather is what we go to Boulder to avoid.
Our days are twelve and a half hours long now — past the actual definition of Equinox – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: equal night, when the night time is equal to the day time.
This day is, by definition, past the equinox, just. How do I know that? The method that the Catholic Church uses to determine the date of Easter:
Easter Sunday is the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox.
No, I don’t know why they made it that involved and complicated. Probably to keep us hoi polloi stupid. I learned this through having been long ago assigned as homework a program to calculate when Easter would be in any given year. Yes, I did get an A.