This morning, on my way to work I could see tiny little crocus buds. When I came home this afternoon: there they were, the first full blossoms of 2009. (The hellebores are still in bud, so, even though they "showed up" first, I'm giving pride of place to the crocus, that flower of Narcissus.)
I saw a morning dove this morning and -- finally! -- a robin this afternoon in my backyard. And, I have the windows open and it's 71 Al Gore degrees in Arlington right now. Thank the Goddess; I'd had about as much windy cold as I could stand.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."