As the final minutes of the Winter Solstice approached, I prepared by lighting a candle. I counted down the last ten seconds, then shouted “Happy Solstice!” to my two dogs, Lyra and Darby. The dogs, responding to the excitement in my voice, danced around, tails wagging. It was exactly eleven minutes past eight am on Saturday, December twenty-first.
Sunrise was still about three hours away, so I became the “semi-hibernating bear” I am in wintertime and went back to bed. The dogs, of course, followed suit.
My morning schedule revolves around the wild birds. (more…)