If you can look beyond the rain and the mist, today is a day to celebrate. The winter solstice is upon us — the year’s longest and shortest day. After today our days begin to lengthen. Our trudge toward summer has begun, drunk with visions of endless days and blinding sunshine.
Yes Longbranch, I can see the patches of marguerites blooming lustily on fields of supple green.
I lazily sit at home four full shopping days before Christmas proud my holiday scavenging is complete, the goofy golden doodle sprawled by my feet.
A little drizzle is all we’ll see for the freeze is history. The weather geeks say rain, I say what a lousy refrain. A high of 46 and a low of 43 feels like the epitome of consistency.
So into winter we go…