Here, in the north country of Central Maine, the grown ups are as excited about the Winter Solstice as the children are about the midnight visitor this week. It will mean the beginning of the end of the long, dark nights that start about mid-afternoon and last until long after that third cup of coffee has gone down.
My daughter assures me that starting tomorrow, the days will rapidly grow longer, but I won’t be around to see it. I’m heading back south the day after Christmas. I’ve loved my visit here, but after having been raised in NE Ohio, a little bit of winter goes a long way with me. I like our North Carolina snowfall, Like any good guest, it knows to leave before it becomes boring. But I will say this, with the limited population and the lack of anywhere to go with the covid restrictions, these Maine snows have remained beautiful much longer than the snows of my youth. The red hen house has maintained its gingerbread quality and the chickens paint a pretty picture as they stroll around the yard.
I will miss those views, but not as much as I will miss my grandchildren, whom I’ve visited for this long winter’s visit.
The night sky should be clear for our viewing of the Christmas Star this evening, the first such event since 1226 and back then, it was in March, not this close to the Birthday Boy’s observed nativity so it is doubly thrilling.
Here’s wishing all of you clear skies tonight as well as clarity of purpose in the New Year.