belated solstice wishes
A fat yellow moon rose last night and hung in the eastern sky for ages. It seemed full of promise, glowing and lovely, as jolly, in its way, as the mythical man in red who's expected any moment now. The darkest night of the year has passed and the days will soon be growing longer, bringing with them thoughts of a fresh new garden and that delicious sense of possibility that arrives with each new year. I hope that you are all well, that you are warm and toasty and full of hot chocolate and fudge. Happy holy days.