Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year. We have never before celebrated Winter Solstice, but it has earned higher rank this year as I try reconciling myself with Texas’ sublime seasons. I am frustrated reading about snowy winters elsewhere when we are only now beginning to see the red leaves go brown and fall. To celebrate, we will plant mostly seeds for spring, but also some painted rocks and magic pebbles. And tomorrow night: every light will be a candle.
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This is so beautiful, Steph. I love the grey, worm-holed leaf amongst the others. You’re right, in Texas we must look for the changing of seasons in different ways.