I’ve got to clean up the very last of the seeds before my parents get here. The leeks are poking out of the icy ground. We’ll be eating carrots and green beans from the garden on Christmas Day. It’s unbearably cold and I can hardly remember being too hot among the jungle of the garden in August. That’s all I’ve got for now, I’m afraid. There are things afoot that are sucking my time and energy, and there are parents arriving tomorrow to celebrate the holidays and the return of the light. Merry Christmas, happy Solstice; may peace and love be with you.