I mark the year by happenings more than dates. The month we got our chickens, the morning I first noticed that the white summer sun had given way to the warm honey color of fall, the first pre-season football game, first cold snap, first regular season game, fall equinox, building the first fire of the year…I couldn’t tell you the dates and unless I was under investigation for murder, none of them really matter. What’s important is feeling the cycling of this great wheel we call a year. Feel it. Pay attention to the day, not the date.