Woke up to frost all around, sparkling and beautiful, on the grass and trees and glimmering on my strawberry plants.
Winter solstice here, once again. Had a holiday party Sunday night, with food and drink and caroling and lighting the menorah, all to drive back the dark, and glory in the cozy center in the depths of winter.
And before the cold could strike everything, we'd brought in the bounty of the back yard. The persimmons gathered, hung and drying, thanks to our son Felix. These ridiculously large squash, cut and stewed and pureed.
And flourishing in the garden, the sturdy, defiant Meyer's lemon tree, perseveres despite the cold.