December 22.19 December 22, 2019 by Oddment 8 Comments And so with a cold wink of moon sly thief pickpocket of the sun does the earth with me welcome solstice. I love the warmth of old flannel the blanket of solitude swaddling me in inwardness as the maple sleeps. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
December 22, 2019 at 1:10 pm
December 22, 2019 at 1:21 pm
Thank you! The same to you! I’m glad to hear from you. Just this morning I was checking back to see the last time you posted because it seemed like a long time. Indeed it was! I hope you are well and have lots of old flannel close by.
December 22, 2019 at 1:36 pm
Everything outside is definitely asleep in our parts of the world. I hope their winter nap is short and we can hope for a real spring in 2020.
December 22, 2019 at 1:47 pm
Indeed a good winter’s nap should lead to a real spring, not that poor excuse for a spring we had last year! We are headed into springtime temperatures for Christmas week, and the gardener in me is wondering what Ma Nature is plotting.
December 22, 2019 at 4:29 pm
I love this! I, too, am looking forward to longer days.
December 22, 2019 at 4:35 pm
Thank you! I’m guessing you don’t miss Indiana much over all, but you REALLY don’t miss it at this time of year!
December 23, 2019 at 1:05 am
I only miss seeing the snow (from the inside). It never seems like a “real” Christmas to me out here. Was it that way for you?
December 23, 2019 at 9:47 am
Oh, yes: it seemed like a pretend Christmas in California. I always missed the snow. I will freely grant that the general gorgeousness there was compensation!