Just as suddenly, it was spring. After the All Species Day spectacle in Montpelier, I came home and started a bonfire out back. May Day really requires a fire. On this occasion I also burned up the remains of a chair. Didn't drive the goats through the ashes, though, because (1) they were more like hot coals than ashes and (2) there was all this red-hot hardware from the chair frame. Whoa! --bad for goats.
Actually, I never have driven the goats through the ashes, nor even between two simultaneous bonfires. The honest truth is, you really can't drive a goat. It's right up there on the list of hopeless tasks with herding cats and healthcare reform. On the other hand, we do have a cat who likes to herd with the goats. She doesn't tell them what to do, as far as we know, but when they go out to pasture she tags along and watches them get into mischief. She's a fairly solitary cat; lives in the barn but doesn't like milk or other cats. Neither here nor there, of course.
So, you might be thinking -- what about this All Species Day thing? Well, I'm really not sure, either. As near as I could tell, there were only two species represented there: humans and dogs. There was a parade, quite a lot of West African dancing. (I was told it was West African dancing. All I knew was, I really liked the drumming.) Some really fine morris dancing (what else?!) Then there was a ritual wedding of the Queen of the May with a Stag of the Forest, which bespoke some sort of species diversity. Sadly, I could only think. "Herne the Hunter meets Bread and Puppet." Although his head dress was better done than the one from the 80s Robin Hood series. Anyhow, I hope they find some species of happiness together. I really love Vermont.
And, yes, the daffodils are in bloom.
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