We have finally reached the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. The pleasures of light will slowly but surely begin to break through the seemingly omnipresent darkness that dominates the depths of winter. And then, when there is sufficient light, the warmth and loveliness of spring will surely appear with all its wonderful sights.
Now that November has dawned, summer seems a distant memory. The days are growing shorter, there is less light, and the warmth is dissipating. The lush, verdant green that paints the summer landscape is rapidly vanishing. Winter, when it comes, will have its charms, at least until Christmas. After that there will be little to look forward to except a few months of cold and darkness. Still, at least in early November we can enjoy the beauty of the fall foliage, and remember the beauties of the now long gone summer.
Yes, this hurricane is certainly a force of nature!
March is the cruelest month of the year. Whereas January and February offer no hope at all for warmth and sun, and only offer instead two months of cold and darkness, March at least teases us with the hope of warmer weather, and longer days. Now, the longer days are guaranteed, but the warmer weather (at least consistently warmer) is not. We still must wait a few more weeks for the delightful rebirth of nature. March is a good month to teach us patience.
So, here is a nice image to remind us that spring will eventually arrive, and with the arrival of spring, all the beauty that spring can offer.
Although Winter in general can be a difficult period, with cold and ice and snow and constant darkness dampening the spirit, it does nevertheless possess its particular beauties. One of those is the Winter Solstice, the one day of year when the day is at its shortest, and the night at its longest. After December 21 the days will slowly start to become longer, and more and more light will once again begin to infuse our world.
There is a strange joy at this time of the year. Part of it is Christmas, which is inextricably woven into the ancient, Northern European pagan festivals surrounding the Winter Solstice. For those who have their ancestry in the Northern, (Slavic, Celtic and Germanic) world, there is some deeply embedded memory of the old customs that our forefathers celebrated this time of the year and in times and places now far off and nearly vanished.
“Look at that dim, late afternoon sun,” my grandfather once said to me years ago on a frigid day in late December while traveling through his old farmland in Pembroke NH, a land his family had lived on since the early to mid 1600’s. It must have been a sentiment expressed by many an Anglo-Saxon, Germanic man for millennia. Such a sentiment was part of his historical DNA.
The New England forests, and the hard, Yankee life of earlier generations was similar in many way to the ancient lives of ancient peoples in Northern Europe. Cold, ice and snow, a harsh climate and limited growing season were many of the hardships people had to endure to survive. The darkness of Winter, the isolated farmer eking out a meager living, and the strength of family bonds in such an environment were part of the overall atmosphere that permeated such worlds as Northern Europe or traditional Yankee New England.
So yes, the Winter Solstice offers many kind of beauties, and one of those is the knowledge that it is a time, and a festive time at that, which has been appreciated and celebrated by countless of our ancestors for countless centuries.
Let’s make sure in this age of toxic Cultural Marxism which seeks to destroy all that is good, true and beautiful, and wipe heritage America from all historical memory, that we do our best to defend and preserve our historical heritage.
Summer is a time of warmth and beauty and happiness. We all love being warm. We all love light. We all love the ease and freedom that seems to flourish during summer. It is the best time of the year.
Now that we are fast approaching the Autumnal Equinox, on Friday, we have officially reached the end of the Summer. On Friday, September 22 the Sun will be directly over the equator, and from that date until December 21, the Winter Solstice, the days in the Northern hemisphere will begin to become shorter, and the nights longer.
I prefer light to darkness, but the darkness of Fall has its own particular kind of beauty. Until that finally happens though, here is one last tribute to another Summer season as it fades into the shadows of Fall and finally disappears all together into the darkness of Winter.
Now that the vernal equinox has taken place, it is officially spring. This means, of course, that it is time for those exotic and mysterious creatures I enjoy so much, the nymphs, to emerge from their winter sleep. Finally, after a long winter, we can once again enjoy the beauty of these creatures.
Yes, the return of spring, and all its warmth and various beauty is quite delightful!
January is the worst month of the year: it is cold, dark and with little to look forward to, except the foreboding, icy depths of a long winter. At least in December you can anticipate and celebrate Christmas; February is a short month and leads into March, which, in many places, is when spring begins to really stir.
Now, we are still in the depths of winter, and there is plenty of cold and ice still to come, but February, at least for me, is a lot easier to bear than January.
So here is to saying goodbye to the worst month of the year, January, and looking forward to the fact that the warmth of spring is now one month closer!