vernal equinox. Ostara. The death of winter, the beginnings of things that grow.
I suppose some will find the image on this post not to their liking. It certainly presented me with something I'd never seen before -- a slug waltzing past the still-fresh corpse of a bird, The odd pairing seemed fitting to the cycle of change this day represents.
And really, when could a slug ever hope to pass that near a bird? A reminder that it's time to reach for dreams.