The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge's time, or Marley's, or for many and many a winter season gone. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the door
`Come in.' exclaimed the Ghost. `Come in, and know me better, man.'
As many of you all know, today is Litha, aka the Summer Solstice
This day is seen as bittersweet by some, because it means that winter is on the way and the days are getting shorter. I, however, would like to look at things from a different point of view.
For one, there is all summer ahead of us, which holds sooo much.
Also, the darkness isn't so bad. The sun watches what you do, but the moon knows all your secrets. The darkness and light is just part of the cycle of life, so why fear one but not the other?Why not embrace it and find all the positives it has?
There is darkness in light, death in rebirth and vice versa.
Lastly, today is a day to reflect on everything that's happened since the start of the year. We're only going to keep growing and keep learning, and we'll be different people by the time the Winter Solstice rolls around. Today's a day for celebration, not mourning. It's a day to celebrate Earth and her abundance, our accomplishments, and the sun. Don't be sad about the shortening days, look on the bright side.
On the solstice, the temperature drops to below zero degrees and the birds are cold and hungry.
There is one hummingbird that overwinters in Washington State, braving the cold in favor of migrating south. Anna's hummingbird. I keep the feeder filled through the winter months and see fat little hummingbirds sitting on the wire outside the picture window that opens to our backyard.
On the solstice, the hummingbird feeder is frozen, and I bring it inside two or three times throughout the day to thaw it out with my blowdryer on its highest setting.
In the afternoon, I am walking outside with the newly-thawed feeder. I zipped up my coat and pulled on the big hood, but I didn't put gloves on, thinking I'd be out and back inside in less than a minute.
Before I get to the hook where the feeder hangs, I hear the whir of a hummingbird's wings and little chirps, and I stop in my tracks.
He hovers in front of my face, then looks at the feeder in my hand, which—for some reason—I am holding at heart level.
He lands on the feeder, stops his wings. Drinks. Looks up at me with his tiny eyes and long, curved beak. His throat is the color of amethyst and his body is emerald and white.
I watch the wind ruffle the feathers of his back. I say I am so cold. You must be even colder. He looks at me. Drinks again.
I wait. I do not turn my head to the side to see if Patrick is watching through the window. I do not wish the hummingbird would hurry up.
We stay there for some time, me standing in the snow and he perched on the edge of the feeder, alternately drinking nectar and looking up at me. Eventually, he flies away, and I hang the feeder on the hook.
Inside, I watch the hummingbirds come, one by one, until the feeder freezes over again.
I didn’t celebrate solstice yesterday bc the day before was my 21st bday and I was still getting over the effects of 15-20 various shots and a wild party😭 that’s one way to bring fall to an end I suppose
“May the dawn of the Winter Solstice chase the dark away.” #wintersolstice #solsticeblessings #darktolight💫 #chasethesun #chasethesunrise (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmdRrRRLYdxg5WTgU1-d0AZMAn2lCb3KhwzLD00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Out of town for work, and this little fawn appeared behind my lodging and stayed with me for awhile. It isn’t lost to me that today is Litha, and this is a very good and blessed sign.
"Stonehenge, where stones of wonderful size have been erected the manner of doorways... no one can conceive how such great stones have been so raised aloft, or why they were built there"
From Henry of Huntingdon's History of The English People, written in about 1130