I can’t remember a worse December.
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.
For those of you too young to remember this song, you can go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0677H1EPdB0&feature=related and listen to Billie Holiday sing it.
Well, anyway those lyrics were rattling around my brain yesterday -- I've got some strange ability to remember song lyrics. I figure my brain is full of song lyrics where math ability would normally be. Sadly, there's just no room for trigonometry.
Those lyrics express the current weather conditions in SW Virginia. The wind is blowing the cold inside. We take extra care to feed the animals and give them some comfort, although the goats normally can't wait to be let out to roam the pastures. Our llama is in his element.
Besides the cold, the indiscriminate use of banjos in the Bluegrass Holiday tunes is an irritant. Silver Bells sung with a snazzy banjo chorus is NOT my idea of a Bluegrass Christmas and Christmas Time's A-Comin' is NOT authentic, but certainly IS irritating.
Meanwhile, I'm accutely aware of the waning daylight. We're almost at the solstice, at which time day length will begin it's reverse cycle.
So, bundle up. Hunker down. Put another log on the fire or turn up the thermostat a degree or two.