Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right.
It is 4 in the afternoon, and the sky is still lit up like it is midday. I am so glad to be out of the dreary November-December-January late afternoon gloom. I don’t have anything close to seasonal affective disorder, but I certainly notice the lack of light.
Given the trips to the ER (yes, plural, but Thing One is ok after a nasty playground fall that affected her vision temporarily), the long car rides to visit family, the insomnia that seems to grab hold of whoever is youngest on these trips, and the broken chest freezer we found upon our return, I am glad that the sun is doing its best to improve my mood.
How’s that for a self-centered worldview? It used to be that everyone thought the sun revolved around the earth, apparently I take it one giant step further and actually think the sun moves in response to me personally!
I think the chickens are noticing the increased light and milder weather too. We have moved from a low of 1-2 eggs per day, back up to about 3 eggs per day over the last 4 days. I am not sure if it due to the increased light (we are now almost back to 12 hours of daylight) or the strangely mild weather we had toward the end of last week, but I think it means that we will have quiche for dinner.
Thank you hens, thank you sun.