Let joy be unconfined, for today is the Winter Solstice.
Except that it isn’t.
Due to some wibble in the Earth’s orbit, they have declared to this year the actual Solstice falls tomorrow, the 22nd. I don’t care though, and nor does the Thrush who is singing his head off in the trees all morning. He knows it’s time to celebrate.
Today [sorry – tomorrow] is supposed to be the turning point where days start to grow longer. However, while sunrise has progressively been getting later up to now, sunset has been receding since around the 16th so the evening are actually getting brighter for a while. This apparently is due to some wibble in the Earth’s rotation which I can’t quite understand. To make things even more confusing, mornings don’t start to get brighter until the end of the year.
I think I will leave all the mathematics of orbits and rotations to the astronomers. Let them have all the headaches.
Meanwhile, back on Earth I am starting the celebrations today, for today is one of the highlights of my year