I: Redbud
All the ways calendars fail to keep track of time.
Good morning. Today is primidi, the 21st of Germinal, Year CCXXXI. We celebrate le gainier, a small tree with striking pink flowers.
It's my birthday! Well, according to the Gregorian calendar anyway. One thing I like about this calendar is it shows that our notion of "a year" is wobbly. While April 10 will be the date I put on every form and when people will deign to celebrate me, I wasn't born on Redbud Day. I was born on Apiary Day, 20 Germinal CLXXXVI. Well, if you decide to follow the "Romme Rule" for leap years that was adopted toward the end of the French Republican calendar's active lifespan, in which a leap day was added every four years except every 100th year but then also every 400th year. This rule did a better job of keeping the "new year's day" of 1 Vendémiaire on the autumnal equinox as intended. The initial rule was just every four years no matter what, which would make my birthday 19 Germinal, Radish Day.
So am I a radish, a beehive, or a redbud tree? It's all mathematical opinion.