
April is here the fourth month of the year.
Lambs and calfs are in the fields, the ewes and cows enjoy the fresh green grass helping their milk yields.
Easter is a festival that can change its date sometimes in March or in April late.
In Pagan times the venerable Bede
an 8th Century Monk wrote of Eostre a Germanic goddess associated with the Spring and dawn from this name it is said that the name of Easter was born.
Easter like Christmas is an orgy of food, a commercial affair.
What has happened to the real meaning of this celebratory time of year?
The Pagan, Christian and secular communities celebrate this time of year in their own particular ways.
I just look forward to the warm and lighter days.
A collection of poems and thoughts by Wendi Coles.