Today is the shortest day with sunset timed for here at 15:46. Recently the days have seemed even shorter as each day has been one of constant grey skies and frequent drizzly weather. Hereafter the days get longer and the nights get shorter. Bring on the light!
Isaiah, of course, was not referring to the winter equinox but alluding to the celebration of a few days hence. Nevertheless, it is quite understandable why prehistoric peoples, who had a surprising understanding of observable astronomical phenomena, might have cause to celebrate the equinox. The same might be said for agriculturally based pre-industrial societies for good reason.
For us on our smallholding day-to-day life is governed much by the seasons, although admittedly to a far less crucial degree compared to times past. Now is the time we start compiling our seed order, and with that increasing anticipation of a new growing season. The hens' physiology is exquisitely perceptive to changing light levels and they will soon begin to increase their laying. The ewes have a little way to go before they lamb but the barn needs to be made ready and necessary supplies gathered. Many of the regular winter maintenance jobs have been ticked off the list. It won't be long before snowdrops begin to sprinkle the nearby woodland.
Lots to look forward to and prepare for.
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A photo I have previously posted of a winter sunset - a view from our front window. |