Spring Flower 2000 
          
            
            
            
              
            
            Women's
            Council
            
            The 22nd Annual Women's Council will
            be held June 9th-11th. A weekend focusing on the
            teachings handed down by Grandmother Twylah Nitsche,
            Seneca Elder. 
            
            
            
             
          Spring 
          Planting Schedule  
          A useful graphic
            schedule backyard gardens in this
            climate.
            
             
          Gardening 
          with a French Touch  
          Technique for growing
            and cooking with sorrel, flageolet and
            mache.
            
             
          Spring 
          Fever  
          What is it about this
            time of year? 
            
            
            
             
            
            Gift of the
            Fairies:  
         
         a circle of bright Blue Flags
         
         wave in the warm
         breeze. 
         
         Linda Pascatore - Spring
            Flower 2000
            
             
            
            Warm balmy evening, 
            
            Flirting fireflies light our
            way... 
            
            a magical journey. 
            
             by Linda
            Pascatore - Spring Flower 1999 
            
            
            
              
            
            
            
            The forested earth 
            
            warming in the morning
            spring 
            
            whispers trillium. 
            
            by Judy Long - Spring Flower
            1998 
            
            
            
             
            
             
            
            The Phase Named
            Flower 
            
            This period of Flower begins on May
            5th, the midpoint between the Spring Equinox and the
            Summer Solstice. It starts just after May Day, and is the
            height of Spring; with flowers blooming, birds nesting,
            and warm days.  
            
            In Old England, Beltane was celebrated
            at this time. It was a spring ritual where fires were lit
            and herbs burned. Livestock were driven near the fires to
            be healed and protected by the smoke before they were
            driven out to summer pastures. It was also traditional
            for woodland marriages to take place on this day. Couples
            would seal their bond by jumping over the bonfires
            together. For more on traditional spring celebrations,
            see our "Spring Fever" article in the Index under Spring
            Flower in the Seasonal articles, or click on the Flower
            icon below. 
            
            Spring has sprung here in Western New
            York. During this period the trees will leaf out and
            green will finally return to our landscape. Right now
            there are small patches of color in the woods: tiny pink
            spring beauties, red and white trillium, Yellow cowslips,
            violets, and trout lilies. Before Summer Solstice, we'll
            see white mayflowers, Jack in the Pulpit, daisies, orange
            and yellow indian paintbrushes, blue flag irises, and
            pink musk mallow. 
            
            In the sky this period you'll see both
            Jupiter and Saturn just before sunrise low in the east
            sky in early June. In the evening Mercury will be visible
            low in the western sky at twilight from June 3rd through
            10th. There are two full moons this period. The first is
            on May 18th and we have named it Firefly Moon after the
            magical creatures who light the spring evenings. The
            second is on June 16th, and is called Strawberry Moon in
            honor of the wild strawberry festival of the local
            Senecas (see "Strawberry Festival" article under Native
            American in the Index). The Summer Solstice, the longest
            day of the year, occurs on June 20th at 9:48
            P.M. 
            
            
            
             
            
            Wildflowers 
         
         by John
         Clare
         
           
         
         Beautiful mortals of the glowing
         earth 
         
         And children of the season crowd
         together 
         
         In showers and sunny
         weather 
         
         Ye beautiful spring
         hours 
         
         Sunshine and all
         together 
         
         I love wild flowers 
         
           
         
         The rain drops lodge on the swallow's
         wing 
         
         Then fall on the meadow
         flowers 
         
         Cowslips and enemonies all come with
         spring 
         
         Beaded with first
         showers 
         
         The skylarks in the cowslips
         sing 
         
         I love wild flowers 
         
           
         
         Blue-bells and cuckoo's in the
         wood 
         
         And pasture cuckoo's
         too 
         
         Red yellow white and
         blue 
         
         Growing where herd cows meet the
         showers 
         
         And lick the morning
         dew 
         
         I love wild flowers 
         
           
         
         The lakes and rivers--summer
         hours 
         
         All have their bloom as
         well 
         
         But few of these are children's
         flowers 
         
         They grow where dangers
         dwell 
         
         In sun and shade and
         showers 
         
         I love wild flowers 
         
           
         
         They are such lovely
         things 
         
         And make the very seaasons where they
         come 
         
         The nightingale is smothered where she
         sings 
         
         Above their scented
         bloom 
         
         O what delight the cuckoo music
         brings 
         
         I love wild
            flowers
            
            
            
              
            
            
            
            The First of May 
            
            by Anne Porter 
            
              
            
            Now the smallest creatures, who do
            not know they have names, 
            
            In fields of pure sunshine open
            themselves and sing. 
            
            All over the marshes and in the wet
            meadows, 
            
            Wherever there is water, the
            companies of peepers 
            
            Who cannot count their members,
            gather with sweet shouting. 
            
            And the flowers of the woods who
            cannot see each other 
            
            Appear in perfect likeness of one
            another 
            
            Among the weak new shadows on the
            mossy places. 
            
            Now the smallest creatures, who
            know themselves by heart, 
            
            With all their tender might and
            roundness of delight 
            
            Spending their colors, their
            myriads and their voices 
            
            Praise the moist ground and every
            winking leaf, 
            
            And the new sun that smells of the
            new streams. 
            
            
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               - spring omnipotent
               goddess
 
               
               - by e e
               cummings
 
               
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            spring omnipotent goddess thou
            dost 
            
            inveigle into crossing sidewalks
            the  
            
            unwary june-bug and the frivolous
            angleworm  
            
            thou dost persuade to serenade his
             
            
            lady the musical tom-cat, thou
            stuffest  
            
            the parks with overgrown pimply
             
            
            cavaliers and gumchewing giggly
             
            
            girls and not content
             
            
            Spring, with this  
            
            thou hangest canary-birds in parlor
            windows 
            
              
            
              
            
            spring slattern of seasons you
             
            
            have dirty legs and a muddy
             
            
            petticoat, drowsy is your
             
            
            mouth your eyes are sticky
             
            
            with dreams and you have
             
            
            a sloppy body  
            
            from being brought to bed of
            crocuses 
            
              
            
            When you sing in your
            whiskey-voice 
            
            the grass 
            
            rises on the head of the
            earth 
            
            and all the trees are put on
            edge 
            
              
            
            spring, 
            
            of the jostle of  
            
            thy breasts and the slobber
             
            
            of your thighs  
            
            i am so very  
            
            glad that the soul inside me
            Hollers  
            
            for thou comest and your hands
             
            
            are the snow 
            
              
            
            and thy fingers are the rain,
             
            
            and i hear  
            
            the screech of dissonant
             
            
            flowers, and most of all
             
            
              
            
            i hear your stepping 
            
            freakish feet  
            
            feet incorrigible 
            
            ragging the
            world 
            
            
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