Alban Eilir

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This morning at 09:01 hours GMT, we welcomed this year's vernal equinox [here in the Northern Hemisphere, at least] and celebrate the pivot of the seasons toward spring and thenceforward to summer: I can hear The Byrds refrain in my head - 'Turn! Turn! Turn!' - as I write this. This year the old adage of March 'coming in like a lion and and going out like a lamb' has certainly played out so far, but you never know, there's still eleven days left [!]. Still, this my favourite part of the year's cycle, and it always makes me feel good that winter is behind us and the potential of spring and summer are in front. This quarterly mark in our planet's solar cycle is also a time for personal reflection and a reckoning up of the balance sheet of one's life thus far. In the words of Spike Milligan [and I'm sure I've quoted his words many times before, blog posts passim]: 'Spring is Sprung, The Grass is Riz, I Wonder Where the Boidies is!'...

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  1. Anonymous21 March 2025 at 11:23

    Our (Pesda) Actual Equinox was on Tuesday the 18th!!
    Joe who knows:)

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