Today, the month Pluviôse of the French Republican Calendar starts. You can find the full calendar here.
Under a light fabric the Nymph moves towards to the Bocage, Bringing her trousseau to the sweet Nectar, Braving Rain and Winter, burning in this beautiful age Of the fires who will unite it with her dear Shepherd.
FOOTNOTE: Vendémiaire was the first month in the French Republican Calendar, beginning at the end of September; its name meaning could be translated along the lines of “grape harvest” or “vintage” (depending on what you think the etymology is), which is what Grantaire is referencing
probably not exactly what the French government circa 1793 had in mind
Ten reasons to switch to the French Republican Calendar immediately:
1) It’s cool
2) Today is Sextidi which sounds like sex today
4) Apparently some straight ppl are doing “”“heterosexual awareness month”“” in July, but there will be no July. What is July? It is Messidor.
5) No 4th of July. 16th of Messidor.
6) Sexy French words
7) Extra metric system
8) About 80% of days are dedicated to funky plants
9) Mathematicians and poets worked really hard on it
10) A 10th reason to make the post more metric
Sooooooo gauzythreads made the most wonderful post a few days ago, about Amis and the French Republican Calendar. And–and–they let me play around with this notion, because I am a huge dork who gets excited about the French Republican Calendar.
So with many apologies and thanks and atrocious french-english puns and heavy-handed symbolism:
[Ivraie: ryegrass, darnel, Lolium tementulum. From French “ivre,” drunk. See the Parable of the Tares.]
“But it’s more complicated than that,” said Combeferre. “You can’t simply look at today’s calendar and a 1794 calendar side by side. The leap years throw it off, opinions differ as to the suitable method of conversion. If you maintain the southward equinox as the first day of the year–[voice: A fig for your southward equinox!]–Grapes, actually. 1 Vendémiaire, Raisin, if I recall correctly. –[one or twomurmurs: you are right]– If you maintain the southward equinox as the first day of the year, in preference to Romme’s proposal, then the dates vary, you would have to consider the year of your birth. Bahorel, when were you–”
Combeferre was shouted down again and made a show of huffing to himself and resuming his work of transcription: only a very close friend would detect suppressed amusement, hard to define, glinting almost more from the corners of his spectacles than from his eyes. Courfeyrac noticed it–noticed Enjolras noticing–concluded that they were well and he could tumble back into the general conversation.
4 Pluviôse: Perce-neige (snowdrop,Galanthus nivalis and other Galanthus spp.)
Well, well, look what’s come poking up through the snow! The French Republican calendar, here with the month of Pluviôse. It’s warmed up to a balmy 15˚F (-9˚C) where I live: a fine time to tell yourself that spring will come.
The snowdrop propagates asexually from bulbs–familiar to even very casual gardeners like me–but it also produces small seeds with elaiosomes, fat- and protein-rich structures that attract ants. The ants feed the elaiosomes to their larvae, then carry the seed to the nest’s disposal area, where the colony’s waste provides plenty of nutrients for germinating seeds. Many plants mix sexual and asexual reproductive strategies like this; it seems to suit snowdrops well, as a thriving snowdrop population can spread out happily into thick carpets.
I am on a quasi-vacation and didn’t get a chance to put together a queue, so the next few entries are likely to be short. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Lavender: it’s another member of the mint family, Lamiaceae. That spike of small purple flowers, square stem, fuzziness, crowd of aromatic phytochemicals? Not every mint has all those properties, but they are a very mintish suite of features.
So turnabout being fair play and all that - and since I can't think of any one historical figure/fictional character you remind me of - I have to say I always think of you in association with Millin....
Hey, I am delighted with that association. I honestly wish I knew more about him—he was imprisoned in 1794, but I haven’t run into any explanations that weren’t basically “oh, well, Terror.”
Seriously, I feel for the guy. You’re writing a thing. You want to get things set up so that, hey, over the space of some half-dozen thematically-related entries you’re going to give the basics of how we get bread. Bread is important. Everyone can appreciate that bread is important. But then you get to some entry and it’s like “what am I going to say about this? I don’t know, it’s…you can take the pith from the sticks and mount insects on it, that’s cool, right? Everyone thinks that’s cool? Oh god, everyone is going to realize I’m a huge dork.” And then there are the days when it’s all “Look, it’s a flower, it’s purple, you’ve seen them, I’ve seen them, they’re just about the same thing as this other flower we talked about two days ago soooooooo…”
Also he changed his name to Eleuthérophile. Pretty rad.