The very first cross-stitch piece I did was a simple picture with the words, “If God had wanted me to see the sunrise, He’d have scheduled it later in the day.”
Well, He has obliged. I sat on the couch looking out the window and watched the rose and pink and gold of Saturday’s sunrise. Of course, it helped that it was 8:15/8:30! (No, I didn’t take the picture.)
Even after being here for six months, I’m still surprised at how far north we are. At the winter solstice, it was still full dark at about 8:00, and pitch dark again by 4:30 or 5. And in July and August when we first arrived, we didn’t need headlights unless we were still out at 10:30 or 11 at night. And in the rather dreary Irish winter, I’m looking forward to long days again!