Happy joyous winter solstice, all....
...likely a more important event each year in the far North and South. What with cabin fever, SADS, and the rest of it, not to mention the cold, it's arrival seems to lift many a spirit. More sun.Of course, at least for us few living in the heaven that is the developed world, comparatively speaking, life is softer, than that of ancestors, only some few generations ago.
When Bravo and I take our walks, I'm keen to come upon centuries old homesteads, all in rubble states, mostly over grown, and we often enter what's left for an historical inspection. It's common to find items to aid daily life, if one sniffs about some, and a dog's nose/curiosity never hurt in these regards. Old storage container items, utensils, rarely a piece of material with scribbles on it, things long replaced with more convenient 'necessities'---all make for feeling of gratitude, when I think of those shorter and much harder hard lives.
I've been poor, and I've been rich---rich is better. Or?
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