Yuletide Tidings

The wheel goes round. And here we are again, always unbelievably quickly, at the door step of Winter, the solstice, the longest night. It is strange here today - it feels like March. The sidewalks and stones sweat in the mild morning. It will be around 60 today. In my bones I feel tulips pushing up but it must be a mirage. Winter is surely just masquerading, making merry with the rest of us.

May your cold (or mild) winter be full of warm hearts, warm hearths, and hot drinks full of spice and stars.