Happy Belated Solstice! Twas yesterday, that day when the year reaches its extreme. In this hemisphere, it’s the shortest. We’re deep in the dark and cold.
Seattle celebrated early with a bit o’ snow, the day before the darkest day.
That was unexpected, and delightful, considering it didn’t make the roads horrid and yet beautified everything. There was just enough for the kids to make snowpeople with, and for Luna to get severely upset by. B tells me she gave his brother a look like he’d pulled some horrible prank on her, and was rather put out by the whole thing. I love kittens and first snows. You never know how they’ll react. Knowing Luna, she’ll be dashing through it come next snowfall.
This one, alas, didn’t last long – it was already raining by the time I hauled me arse outside for a wander.
Still, got out in it, didn’t I? Had a wander up-drumlin, and looked at all the kitty tracks showing where the neighborhood cats had been through, and the dog-and-people tracks, and all of the other things that tell you how much goes on without you ever knowing until the snow records each event. I enjoy that.
And I like the way snow turns all the well-know prosaic items into artsy little delights. I’ve seen this erratic boulder a quintillion times, but I’ve never seen it play mountain range before.
And some of the trees haven’t yet let their changed leaves go. A few drifted down into the smooth blanket of snow, and they stood out stark and wonderful.
Some must have fallen with the snow; they’re now half-buried within it.
And if I play with the brightness a bit, I end up with what looks like a white leaf on a lightbox.
This is a stark time of year, appropriate for stark sorts of images. This is the time when Misha and I tend to snuggle down, warm together, and laze away those short days with a book or dozen, all communication cut off. But this year, I have other kitty-kin to visit. And while Misha’s old and has seen it all, Luna’s having her first midwinter, and her first encounter with a Christmas tree.
You’ll notice how bare that poor little tree is. Kirby’s been after the ornaments, taking them down and running off to play with them. Luna’s learning how the thing’s done.
Kirby actually took an entire limb out of the tree at one point. Fortunately, it’s the kind of artificial tree that can withstand two active kitties. You just stick the branch back in the foam core and watch them play with their prize.
Kirby, like any good teacher, then left his pupil alone to practice.
She’s not as adept as Kirby, so it’s going to take her some time before she can easily unhook them.
Those are the things that make the absence of the sun barely noticeable. There’s plenty to enjoy.
And with that, it’s time for the cantina’s midwinter break. There are some Mount St. Helens posts scheduled, never fear, and I may pop in time-to-time for a word or picture or two, but it’ll be rather quiet round here for a few weeks while I catch up on reading and email (yegads, the box is filling up…), snuggle kitties, watch the greatest Christmas movie ever (caution – spoilers at the link), and prep for the new year.
See you for the New Year’s party, and in the meantime: may your lives be full of warmth, wonder, and possibly even some wassail. With extra brandy or sherry. Yum. Love you, my darlings!