|the dread queen (proserpina) wrote in deities_dot_com,|
@ 2012-04-17 22:10:00
Spring Cleaning (Narrative)
Some would argue that Spring was the busiest time of the year for Persephone. Those who knew her above ground had no idea, what it was like when she got home in the winter. Regardless, shaking off the cold was no easy feat. She'd call both about even. She really only had to start everything up. It was her mother that maintained. It was Demeter that was the true artist and curator of the garden that was the world. Persephone just prettied things up here and there and helped out. It didn't mean that it wasn't some big to do.
There was always much to do. It wasn't just the plants that needed to be woken up, but the animals needed a nudge too. A month in and she still hadn't gotten to everything. Winter spread so swiftly, but it took ages to undo the mess. She didn't feel bad about leaving the earth to rest for three to four months out of the year, but that was partially because humans enjoyed the change in seasons as well. There were fond memories there.
Another year had turned and there was a new beginning for many things. Despite Persephone's constant reluctance to leaving her family, she'd never say that there wasn't something refreshing about watching the new growth spring from the newly softened earth. There was something lovely about seeing the baby animals poke out their little heads. She thought of sharing the experience with her family, although it was a very delicate one. Where she nutured life, she also ruled over death.
Makaria would probably love to play with the little creatures, but there was also the worry that she'd be sad that she wasn't able to do what her mother could. Her daughter was a goddess of death. It was in these moments that she felt a little strange. She kept saying she'd address the issue when she got home, but there was just so much to do that she never really got around to it. Or was that just another excuse. For all her growth, she still made excuses. She still skirted around full responsibility when she could avoid it.
Lucky for her, her husband had learned not to take her shit. The thought of him made her frown, putting a mar on the sunny day. It would be so long until she saw him again. It was a good thing she had so much to do in order to occupy her mind.
Rolling up her sleeves, she went right back to work.