solstice

holly & ivy

two fallen-down cedar trees

baby bantam chickens

I am parched for some good Asheville fun. Knoxville is drowning me. Oh, the 'villes.

Solstice is coming up and I think I will be celebrating it mostly solo, as usual. A meal with the fam, of course, but no real celebration-of-light. I wish you all could be here for those days, at some point. What I really wish is that more people would understand my aversion to Christmas as well as my simultaneous love of wintertime festivities. Maybe one day when my farm is a hippie commune we can all celebrate the longest day of the year together.