Taking the Shine Off My Tinsel
Last night was the Festival of Lights in Kensington Market. It was the oddest solstice for us. Perhaps the one that most embodied the Winter Solstice as the darkest day of the year.
Nothing really bad happen, just enough little stuff to take the shine off my tinsel.
Continue reading my solstice whine… Or just skip it and tell me something lovely that happened in your day!
p.s. Tyson was kind enough to let me use the photo on the left from last night’s procession. The ribbons in the bottom centre of the photo are attached to my hat as I walk away drumming my little drum — pra-rum-pa-pa-pum on my drum.
