Pointless watering cans of the day:

Pointless in more ways than one, since they're incredibly ineffective at this time of the year.

The sun's coming back, you know.

No, really. The calendar says we've passed solstice, so that means the days can't get any shorter.

For anyone who's never had the pleasure of living in the Great White North (sorry... that link had nothing to do with anything. But just for fun, let's have another. Hey, it's seasonal. And if you still haven't had enough, check out the Twelve Days of Christmas that'll probably come up in the related links. It was posted by an American, however, so some of the pictures juuust don't ring quite right)...

Um.

I think I got a little lost in that aside.

Let's backtrack.




Ok. For anyone who's never had the pleasure of living in the Great White North, you've also never had the pleasure of living in the dark for large parts of the winter. It's not so bad when I'm not working and actually get to see daylight, but when I am working it's downright depressing to get up in darkness, go to work in darkness, and get home in darkness.

And I don't even really live that far north. I can't imagine how the folks up there in the Arctic make it through a winter without going completely batsh... erm, bananas.

Some of them don't, naturally. Why it doesn't happen more often, though, is beyond me.

I'm not saying there aren't trade offs, of course. Short winter days mean long summer days, and I think we all enjoy that. It's a bit of a shock to go somewhere south and find out that summer doesn't always equal long, long days. A friend of mine once went down to South America for an exchange (doesn't matter where. Just think south) and found it very hard for her brain to adjust to having warm days that ended at 6 pm.

It kind of gets ingrained in you that warm days are supposed to be longer, you see.

Ah... warm days.

The sun's coming back, you know.

The calendar says so.





And if you can't believe in calendars, then what can you believe in?