The world was created, said the ancient Arabian astrologer Albumassar, when the Sun, Moon, and the five planets they then knew about were all clustered in the sign of Aries. Well here’s Aries (looking like he barely has enough energy to take care of himself, much less all those planets), presiding over this pastoral scene. Aries, the sign of initiation and growth, about to take over from those cold fish.
I have no castle and no sheep, but like the peasants in this painting, I’ve pruned and plowed and gathered up the debris from the winter. Spring has finally arrived, and, slightly reluctantly, I’ve given up wishing for just one more snow.