White Horses of Spring

[twilightpony]

I went for a walk through some fresh puddles of water after the early morning rain shower today. It feels great to get my hooves wet, they get so soft and springy. I resisted the urge to gallop through the streets like a wild thing, cascading everypony and everything in my path with great spouts of water and leading a stampede of white horses through the soaking wet pastures, just for the unbridled joy of it all. I could read the words of The Hayloft Song of J. Alfalfafed Poolrock in my mind...

Let us gallop, you and I,
When Celestia has painted up the sky
Like a red dirt appaloosian in too small a stable;
Let us trot, to where pastures and forest meet,
Grass whispering at our feet
Of uneven ground hiding pitfall wells
[...]

Another sure sign that it's Spring is that it's Hearts and Hooves day.

Comments

[flareblitzfury]

Ooooo! Sounds like fun! the puddles can be fun!

[twilightpony]

They are! They make me feel like a silly filly in the Spring. It doesn't make any sense.

[flareblitzfury]

I'm sure it makes someway! I'm just not sure how yet.

[algernon97]

"I'm singin' in the rain,
just singin' in the rain.
What a glorious feelin',
I'm happy again!
I'm laughing at clouds,
so dark up above,
The sun's in my heart,
and I'm ready for love.
Let the stormy clouds chase
everyone from the place.
Come on with the rain,
I've a smile on my face!"

-Arthur Freed.

Walking through puddles and the rain can be a lot of fun sometimes.

And it's Hearts and Hooves day? That sounds like something to do with relationships.

[twilightpony]

That reads like a song from a Bridleway Musical.

Hearts and Hooves day ideally coincides with the first heat of Spring, for ponies. The origin of Hearts and Hooves day is from a disaster caused by a 'love poison', a brew that so infatuated a ruling pair of ponies that they became oblivious to all else, and there was a good deal of chaos because of that. But that's old news. Gestation in ponies is roughly eleven months and ten days, about 342 days. A few weeks into Spring is the best time for foaling because that way peak lactation in the dam, the time when the strain of feeding two bodies at once is at its highest, coincides with Summer abundance. Thus, foaling plus twenty days equals Hearts and Hooves day. It's all perfectly logical. Except for the love poison origin part. You would think that that would make ponies swear off romance.

[algernon97]

It was a song that was later adapted into a musical, so there's that.

That's a strange way for a holiday to start. You'd think folks wouldn't want to immortalize an event like that...

[borglord]

"I have heard the seaponies singing, each to each. / I do not think that they will sing to me."

Or so I'm guessing, anyway. I should like to memorize my universe's equivalent (I know I could if I tried), but I never seem to get to it, so that's one of the few lines I know. And sometimes I mutter, "I grow bored, I grow bored, I shall have my trousers stored" for no discernible reason.

Anyway, it's interesting that you should bring up "The Hayloft Song of J. Alfalfafed Poolrock" on Hearts and Hooves Day. Much as he may try, Hearts and Hooves Day is not really a day for those like Poolrock. 'Tis a day for the young, the bold, and above all the passionate; everything he is not.

But then again, what do I know? 'Tis more a day for Poolrock than for me; at least he tries. The only part of the process that interests me is the subsequent discounts on chocolate, and I never even avail myself of those because I always forget Cheap Chocolate Day is coming.

[twilightpony]

"I grow bored, I grow bored, I shall have my trousers stored" is a very funny line.

Seaponies or mermares? I have yet to meet such entity. My parallel poem has no sea references, unless you count the sea of grass. I believe you have sea cattle, but they don't speak, or sing. I'll write it all out for you one of these days. First I have to get a new copy, the Ponyville library collection of T.S. Celerybit poems is resting in pieces.