Winter Solstice is our holiday.  Seth and I celebrate with a hike or snowshoeing, homemade gifts, and lighting candles.  We skip Christmas except to chase my five nephews around a noisy house, and then we got to bed early for the New Year.  It’s an exciting life, what can I say? This year was a little different.  We thought maybe a hike for the Solstice, except someone in the house has no hiking boots, only winter boots with a 2″ heel.  Seriously — who sells winter boots with a heel?  More importantly, who buys them? (They were a gift.) To top it off, I was still hoping to pile manure onto the garden beds on one of my free days.  The manure is free for…