It's been a beautiful crisp clear day and we're all so grateful. From the time the light shone around the curtains, I could feel the difference between grey and blue in the sky.
Our batteries are charging, inside and out. The chickens and turkeys have been preening in the light, though the ground is still to wet to find a proper place for a dust bath. Farm Cat Wowee has perched himself in the warmest places he could find and basked. We all have that feeling about us.
I know the long grey spell is nothing new for winter. In fact, it's normal, and we're glad to have normal weather whenever possible. I have loved the sound of the creek. With such dry spells as we've had this year, the creek makes too small a song to be heard from the porch, but after the rains, it has been audible again, reminding us about the realities of where we live. We made the most of the low light in our solar home by finding our old Aladdin lamp and using it in the evenings. It's light was warm and sweet and perfect for a family meal, a game of Uno, a storytime.
The dark makes us all the more grateful for the light.