Daffodils on the Ides of March

On this dreary chill day of dusk blue-silver horizon above the faded-tan pastures ~ on this day, Beware of the ides of March ~ the Kougar's daffodils thrive, yellow bursts of pure beauty with leaves of St. Patrick green along the side of her domain. These intrepid signs of spring have burst up from their winter-thick bed of leaves nourished by liberal amounts of doggie doo. The Kougaress can only smile her enchantment, and thank the creator goddess, and gaze upon them often.

The dreaded Ides of March, Lovely Big Cats ~ when Caesar meets his predicted infamous stabbing end. Roar-yes, at times humans will rebel against the oppression of tyranny. Purr-however, with a tiny amount of research, the Kougaress has once again discovered how little our true heritage is valued. For, March 15 was celebrated, venerated as the first day of the year. Yowl the obvious, may spiritual common sense prevail ~ spring is rebirth, the planting lands warm to a new fertility. The foals drop from their dam's belly to soon frolic over the tender green of their pastures. Baby birds chirp their new lives, hungry to feed and live.

This day should be greeted, an anticipation of the sun's light more and more upon the land, more and more revitalizing all of us Big Kitties to our new possibilities, the renewal of our lives. And, perhaps, that is the underlying vibe, the roaring happy celebration of St. Patrick's day, the festive carefree brightness of the parades. Indeed, the wearing of the green. Or, the wearing of Spring.

Moon Cat, Carolina Panthers, The Year of the Cat ~ moi's omens? Synchronicity always alive and well ~ and! Ta da! The Kougar has entered The Author's Lounge cover award contest. Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books, has been accepted and moi will be notified when her turn is up. Yay! Meow. Yay!

Daffodil kisses from the Kougar...