Not to be eclipsed…
These relentless rainstorms are wreaking havoc. Broken limbs hang precipitously from one of our pepper trees, victims of unrelenting winds. Hummingbirds are flying erratically around their feeders, fragile wings wholly saturated by heavy rains. But whew, we’re not in any danger where I live–just inconvenienced. And whatever the weather, our Christmas will be merry and bright.
Meantime, I’m celebrating another Solstice. In these coldest, darkest days of winter, Solstice points us toward the light, whispers sweet promises of spring. And so it was that I splashed through my soggy backyard with a camera this morning, pulling my coat tight against the pelting rain. Crazy, yes, but I wanted a photographic symbol of this special day.
The citrus trees were rain-slicked and shimmery. Come, they seemed to say, come admire our golden treasures. Here, a strand of jewels is draped around a ripening grapefruit. Mother Nature is quite the fashionista, isn’t she? Now, by all accounts, the lunar eclipse last night was magical; I hate that the cloudcover obscured it! But I’m smitten by this little orb o’ sunshine–a worthy talisman of this Solstice Day, if ever there was one. 
Wishing you a wonderful Solstice Day, resplendent with goodness and light!