December 22, 2015, Saugus- So, to mark the shortest day of the year, it is raining. Many here, though not all, are bemoaning the lack of snow. To me, though, given how so many drive, on these all-too-narrow streets of my home town, with their dearth of left-turn accommodations and over-stressed fellow motorists, the lack of snow and its step-child, ice, is a blessing.
The four of us, my brother, Glenn, sister-in-law, Barb, our Mom and I, will mark the longest night of the year at Borders Cafe, a local Mexican food establishment. I get my adventurous nature, at least with regard to food, from Mother. We have long agreed that spice is the variety of life, to twist around the old bromide.
Wiccans, and those who toast the Sacred Geometer, have ever given us a special sense of this auspicious time, as well as of its opposite, the June Solstice, and of their arms, the Equinoxes. Then again, I enjoy anyone’s celebrations, and our family’s turning the holidays into a virtual fortnight just makes for a sense that rain and a gray sky are irrelevant.
So, Splendid Solstice, everyone! Northerners, rejoice as the days get longer, and Southerners, enjoy your still-long days at the beach and in the pool.