REVISED CALENDAR
A man for all 72 seasons
We have four seasons. Everyone knows that. Spring, summer, autumn, winter. As entrenched in our consciousness as the days of the week.
We also know that the spring of early March – daffodils breaking clear of their sheaths, fresh cherry blossom bubbling up, birds checking their voices still work – is not the same as the spring of late May, with its screaming swifts, frothing wisteria and knackered blue tits ferrying caterpillars by the hundred to their demanding chicks.
Why not, then, monitor the year’s gradual changes more closely? Why not divide it into smaller chunks? Twenty-four, perhaps, as the Chinese did with their ‘solar terms’ back in the day. Or take it a step further, and divide each of those 24…
