The young sun grows in potency and the earth awakes; the Goddess of spring is abroad. Bathed in light the land warms and new life stirs in hedgerow and field, along sparkling streams and through wooded glade. Amongst still bare boughs birds fill the air with song, amongst the root stock sap rises to feed bud and stem, whilst in between all life anticipates, a time of preparation, a time to plan; the burgeoning will soon begin. A point of balance, of equilibrium between night and day, of peace.
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