”How did you spend the Winter solstice back in the 2020s, Great-Aunt? Before the Great Heat, back when people still lived above ground?”
’Well, child, we sat on the balcony on the shortest day of the year, not wearing a coat, admiring the pretty flowers that had bloomed on the rosemary and oxalis, taking photos of the tomatoes that had started to grow again in Denmark in December.”
Close-up of rosemary and red oxalis on the balcony, both of which are usually withered and deceased by November, if not earlier. This year, they continued to survive and now are starting to actually thrive with flowers bursting out in December - little purple flowers on the rosemary and bright yellow ones on the red oxalis.
Close-up of an otherwise apparently dead tomato plant stem, brown and withered, on which two fine tiny red tomatoes have grown. In December. In Denmark. In a fully exposed part of a high-up balcony. Behind them, branches of a little pine-needle tree in a pot. It has little white lights on it, for Winter, for December. It shouldn’t have red tomatoes growing happily right in front of it, like climate-catastrophe Christmas tree baubles.