The sun is setting as I write this. It’s twenty minutes after four. The sun rose at 7:20 am. The first day of winter, the shortest day of the year.
After I post this I’ll be going into the barnyard where I’ll light the wood I’ve been collecting since the summer to make a bonfire. I’ll get to watch the day fade to darkness and see the moon rise over the treetops. Jon will join me for a while, but I always want to stay out longer than him. And I always wonder, since I enjoy it so much, why I don’t have fires more often.
I think this time I’ll howl at the moon and see if I can get Fate to join me.
I miss campfires. I love the scent of woodsmoke and watching the stars and moon in the night sky. Brings back beautiful memories. Enjoy Maria. I hope Fate joins you and maybe a coyote pack in the distance.
Oh Janet, I forgot to howl!! I’ll have to go out tonight and try it, even without the fire.
Hardy ferns survive the cold! Enjoy your bonfire . . . 🙂
Thanks Judy.
P.S.
Wendy Davis filibustered for 12 hours, what a woman!
a quick look and it’s “a snake in the grass!” beautiful ice crystals, sunlight, shadows and color.