It feels more like the Vernal Equinox, though. While I’ve ensconced myself in the kitchen baking Christmas goodies and listening to carols, outside it’s tee-shirt weather.
Even the flies are back.
We even decided to nix the bonfire because I didn’t feel like sweating by a fire outside.
Not that the goats or chickens are complaining. Or my husband. Or most of my friends.
But Emily came in from locking up the coops tonight and exclaimed “Alright! It’s too darn warm out there!”
I agree. It should be blissfully snowy and wintry and Christmas-y out there.
I remember many years ago when we were first married I was watching The Jeff Foxworthy Show (I only had like 3 channels, don’t judge!) and they aired a Christmas episode wherein the wife was super bummed-out because they lived in the South and she missed having a white Christmas. And I very clearly remember thinking “That poor woman. I will NEVER allow myself to suffer such a thing by moving SOUTH of all places!”
And yet….here we are.
So I will continue to bake and prep for the big day and try to fool myself into thinking it’s wintry out there, and ignore the thunderstorms we are supposed to get tomorrow.
Today is once again Solstice, and we will light candles and lift our glasses to the return of the light and the promise of spring (even if I don’t feel particularly springy right now), and enjoy snuggling sweet wooly creatures.
Happy Solstice, all.