Well, well, it's New Year's Eve day and I have nothing profound or cosmic to bring to the party and in fact, there shall be no party.
Everything is fine. I am in a good mood. I took a decent walk although the humidity was 98% and it was a bit like trying to snorkel without a snorkel and everything looks gray and dead against this eternally gray sky although the fungus and mushrooms and resurrection fern are having glory days.
It is damp and wet and supposed to start raining and perhaps get a bit cooler and I am too old to make a big fuss over another New Year's with all the attendant resolutions which I will not keep. If I don't even have the energy to make a resolution, I seriously doubt I'll have the energy to keep one. This is not my first rodeo.
But of course I am grateful for so much that happened in 2015 and am looking forward to some of the things which are about to happen in 2016 but I look upon the way we measure time as a rather nebulous necessity in order to get to our appointments at the proper moment and so each day is as good an opportunity to try to do one's best, to try, perhaps, to do even better, to love more, to be kinder to others and to ourselves.
I'm sure tonight when I've had a celebratory cocktail I will probably wax far more poetically about it all but for now, I need to clean the hen house and do other amusing chores around here and so I will let these pictures represent my hopes for the new year.
And of course, this next one to come, our little woman baby who will be born when she is ready and who doesn't know or care one bit what the calendar says and that is exactly how it should be.