Really not much to talk about today. Although I will say I’ve seen the first indications of the days getting longer. Not a lot, but at six o’clock it’s now fading light on the patio when it was dark just a couple of weeks ago. So there’s hope after all. This poem I found speaks of the same thing but in a far lovelier lyrical mode. Enjoy!

“The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a
twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”
– Vita Sackville-West

Hat tip: gardendigest.com

One other sign of the approaching spring: the feathery acacia in our back yard has its first buds showing. In two weeks we’ll have the first flowers of the spring.