Seasons and the solstice
When the sunlight comes through the tunnel at Newgrange, the Winter Solstice is happening. At least, according to a video feed on YouTube that I checked (albeit twenty-four hours late). For those that attach seasonal shift to the length of the day, I guess it makes sense. We live in Canada, and there’s not much adherence to such details. Outside, a driving rain (so, no snow). And when I sent a photo of the magic tree to son #2, he noticed only one detail: we have no snow, and he does.
I’m sure we’ll catch up. We always do. For those of you who take comfort in having a “white Xmas”, this might not be your year.
I’ve found some strange greenery, growing on the rails of our porch steps. Slimy, which means that I’m now going to have to do some research about how to destroy the growth. Slimy isn’t good.
I’m trying to decide what to watch, this evening. By preference, a concert; something unfamiliar. We live in wonderful times, where the cultural riches of the world are on tap. A surfeit of choice, actually. I could always go “old school”, sit in the corner and hum familiar melodies, but I want to explore the world.
The judge, in Alberta, who refused to “grant a stay until the constitutionality could be tested” gets my nod of the day. This has to do with measures meant to save lives, but the anti-maskers want to gather together and party. I take pleasure learning that idiocy isn’t always the winner. And another nod to Ontario, where complete lockdown starts in just over five days.
