My son and I celebrated winter solstice by partaking of the adventures which the Delta offers to those who wish to immerse themselves in its rich heritage. 

We started with a mid-day visit to the Michael David Winery.  Then we made our way to the Woodbridge Ecological Reserve, where we had been told we would see thousands of sandhill cranes.  None materialized other than a few broad sweeps on the distant horizon just as the sunset faded.  But a falcon struck spectacular poses for us.  Later we explored the burgeoning metropolis of Isleton, with its new Joint and the old standby, Mei Wah Beer Room.

We paid no intention to the shuttering of the nation, or his dwindling inheritance, or the disaster in Washington.  Back at home, we marveled over my new bench.  We walked down the row and took a tour of Derek Campbell’s home.  Derek built my bench.  He and his wife, Kelly, built their amazing THOW.  After our tour, Patrick and I brought the shortest day of 2018 to a close with Margaritas, using the last lime from my little tree. 

I have no quarrels with this day.  Not a blessed one.   I would not change a single second.

It’s the twenty-first day of the sixtieth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.