Winter Solstice. In our modern calendar we call it the beginning of winter, which can seem a little disheartening when it's been a cold and snow-covered world outside for weeks. Yet, ours is not the only calendar in the world. There are many ways of describing the movement of time through our lives and our experiences with that. Most are based upon what that experience is like in that cultures specific location, the land they live with and depend upon. Calendars are land-based just like languages, cultures, and people. For me, I consider this the height of winter and with the sun's return, it begins to decline. Yes, the cold and the snow remains and will be with us for awhile, even get colder and snowier, and that new sunshine carries almost no warmth. Yet, in a few more weeks, the sap in the trees begin to rise. Then the crack of the coldest temps and the flurries of snow feel more like a tempestuous tantrum of a toddler trying to hold onto winter while spring is beginning to write the rules of it's new game. And the sunshine in mid-February carries the intense promise of the warmth of June. Until then it is still a time of rest, a time of dreaming, a time of planning, a time of preparation before the action of spring begins. And if you need a small reminder of the growth and green that is to come, stop by the Libby Chamber of Commerce Thursday from 12-1pm to pick up some microgreens! and the microgreens aren't the only green things waiting for spring. These are some of the overwintering perennials in the greenhouse sleeping through the subzero temps. Why clear the truck to get the mail when I can walk in the accumulating powder! Also, walking through deep snow gives the same workout to your legs as walking uphill does. ... Thus, trudging through snow on flat ground is similar to walking uphill. Maybe grandpa wasn't lying about walking uphill both ways to school?! What's available this week?
Where to find it all?
Pick up at the Libby Chamber of Commerce Thursdays from 12-1pm
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AuthorI'm Farmer Megan with a life full of cackles, clucks, quacks, weeds, crazy kitten, and one tiny, senior, blind dog. Archives
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