Still writing last year’s date on your meeting notes? Blame Janus Bifrons, the Roman god who looks both forward and back — patron of both the past and the future and namesake for January. Or the other way around, since it’s already happened and Janus came first. He’d probably approve of astronomy: it’s the only hobby where staring into the past is looking into the future.
Farmgazing continues in January: the Dog, the Cow, and the Sheep are all still there, having returned to the night sky after slipping out from behind the Sun’s glare in December. The sky always feels fuller in January, even though the Milky Way leans quietly along the southern horizon. It’s an illusion – when you face north, you’re looking toward the outer edge of our galaxy — the peaceful suburbs of the cosmos. Suitable for reflection, mild existential crises, or simply wondering why the stars look so relaxed this time of year – they are actually on holiday time. And from the Frypan to the Pot, gastronomy is the secret password in the country with the world’s tastiest food.



