It's a special day today: the shortest day of the year. According to the Museum Victoria website, at 9.09 this morning the world will have tilted as far as she's going to, and will start easing back the other way towards summer. I like to think of this subtle shift in the world's wobble. How incredible!
I've been looking forward to this day because it means that my lazy chickens will think about laying me an egg once they register that the days are getting longer than they used to be.
Speaking of turning points, I think we're on the mend around here. Last week was a complete write-off as I came down with a bad cold, and poor C had a stomach bug that had him driving the porcelain bus for days. I can't for the life of me believe that we didn't catch each others' bugs. Now, it's fabulous to think about something other than feeling awful, and when I left the house yesterday to go for a tentative walk, it felt like I was coming out of hibernation!
Another special thing about today: we've awoken to a big old fog. It's a good thick one, too.