Today is Christmas Day and yet outside, daffodils have pushed through the mud and are coming into bloom. Perhaps, when they've done so, they'll be a little confused. There not being too many other flowers about.
Three days ago, on 22nd December it was Winter Solstice. Six months prior to that it was the Summer solstice. All normal and dandy, except the two this year shared something more then the word 'solstice' - both solstice's were exactly the same temperature.
So that now, at a time when they are normally woozling underneath a frozen earth, worms are finding themselves slurpring and slooping over hulks of soaking wet mud instead. There are even new leaves appearing on the branches of trees. In the woods whole branches have even fully sprouted, so that the half of the trees that are shrouded in the darkness of the woods are still bare, but the half exposed to the path, to the sun, are green once more. Despite having only just said good bye to the last cropping of leaves. It seems us humans, relent on never resting ourselves, are imposing our ways onto nature, in ever more ingenius ways.Read More