Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

© 2006-2018 All rights reserved

My Photo
Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Solstice Day

For the past week, we've had some spectacular sunrises.

Wednesday's sunrise

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. EliotThe Hollow Men

Today—December 21, 2012—was supposed to be the day the world ended. At least according to some folks who misinterpreted the Mayan calendar. If the world were going to end, this would have been a nice day for it. The sunrise on this Winter Solstice was spectacular and the wind was brisk.

Gradually more and more red crept into the sky. "Red sky at morning; sailors take warning."

For a while the sky blazed.

An hour later, all was gray and the wind was stronger. 

The cows across the road grazed in the lower part of their pasture and turned their tails toward the wind.

In her pasture, Melody also turned her tail toward the wind.

The wind tousled the pasture daisies. 

Daisies in December? Is that a sign for the end of the world? But I've heard nary a bang or whimper.



Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home