It’s Shrove Tuesday and I forgot to make pancakes.
After an interminable month of grey skies and rain, the sun appeared for a whole, wonderful ice cold day. Greenfinches appeared in the birch tree, a few field fare burbled over and two loud ravens called across the blue sky, their heavy dark wings beating the air. In a thermal of heat, red kites and buzzards spiralled up, mewing and fighting in a confusion of lust and aggression.
Shrove Tuesday is the day to use up all rich foods before the abstinence of lent and the only memory we have of it in Britain is flipping pancakes in a village race.
In other countries it is part of carnival ; that hedonistic party before the forty days and forty nights of lent that prepared the faithful for Easter.
In my current neck of the woods (Basel ) carnival is an oddly irreligious scaring away of the spirits of winter with three beautiful days of grotesque, frightening masks, discordant music, drums and solemn drunkenness .
My small contribution to frightening away the winter is to bring my first branches of forsythia into the house and watch them slowly bloom in the warmth of sunshine and firelight.
I like forsythsia, but sadly don’t see it much nowadays. xx
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it is really easy to grow from a twig shoved in a pot. My garden is now full of it – all from free cuttings! Xx
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Pretty flower. I adore your prose.
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You’re very kind – guaranteed dentist free!
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Even a little splash of color can lift one’s mood! Spring is not far away, Cathy. 😊
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They are even further out today and I bought my first packet of seeds today, so you must be right!
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Fasnacht – and they say we Brits are weird!!!!
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It’s an acquired taste!
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