Ray's Thought for the Day - Fired Up for the Holiday

Next Thursday, the 40th day of DY 1 in this season of the Polar Bear, occurs Imbolc, our Winter Weed Festival. Winter Weed Festival is that day the Druids set aside to appreciate all the little botanical wonders that defy the cold, often sunless days to go about their business anyway. There they all are, the little winter weeds, out in the wilderness, hugging the ground. From Imbolc onward through the certitude of time and space many of these little winter weeds shall hurry to complete their life cycles before the weather gets too hot and dry for their lifestyles. Others among them shall go dormant, enduring the long heat of Beelzebubberrific as tubers or whatever.

A great multitude of the winter weeds currently habitating in these parts are immigrants from foreign lands who have made better lives for themselves here in the Americas. There they are, enjoying all the freedom and elbow room that disturbed environments afford. Chances are, most of those green plants out there in these parts are happy little immigrants, greening up the landscape that might otherwise appear entirely as other colors.

Even at the current nonce, some among these winter weeds have already begun their annual fornications, huddling together, close to the frozen earth, basal rosettes overlapping, defying even the hoar frost to produce generally inconspicuous flowers and seeds. They shall fornicate on through May Day, providing the avid naturalist with an opportunity to observe their care free way of life.

Hark! Day 38 is Cinnamon Bun Day. I must fix to get ready for my cinnamon bun.