Farmer John just sent this.
Is that it, that the equinox is on the 23rd this year. It was the year My Rebecca and I got married in 1978. I’m moving too fast to look that up right now with Uncle Google. But it doesn’t really matter all that much. But it always seems a little odd that it can occur that late.
So Farmer John and Farmer Cathy’s road runs perfectly east and west like no road on this island. So, twice a year at the equinox’s the same old sun sets in perfect alignment with the road. That is the pic at the top. I love the way that all fits together so clearly. The cosmic machinery all lining up with the grid of your neighborhood is a stunning affirmation. Some kind of Heartland Stonehenge goin’ on there at the Conway homestead. Makes you want to drag out your old Earth Science book from Junior High to see if you couldn’t make that happen on Wiggly Holler Road where you are.
Farmer Cathy and Farmer John in dresses. Oh wait, that’s a kilt.
Yea, that’s our wedding anniversary too, the 23rd that is. Somehow we thought that it would be cool. My birthday is on December 21st, the winter solstice. Maybe that was the attraction don’t remember, lost in the mists of time.
So, back from our mini vacation to Port Townsend. Time to make sense of the home front. The wood stove is still apart on the bench waiting for parts as the temps fall. The winter birds are starting to show up. Was holding off til the 1st to start feeding the birds along the trail. And then before you know the time will change and it will begin to seem like another planet with the darkness descending. But I think we have a few fab days in the offing yet.
OK, all good loves, Felipé.