|soon the candles will be put away|
I shall just call this a compilation of things that flowed. You can almost feel the lift in the air as the days grow longer, the birds sing in the morning, not quite dawn chorus but getting there, the earth is eager to come alive again. The sun shines this morning illuminating the bare branches of the sycamore trees in the front. I have been patiently awaiting the arrival of two cold frames, which will need making up when they arrive, which will now be next Monday. It is then that I can start sowing seed, taking cuttings and storing emerging bulbs. Without the hens eating everything in sight. We shall have to have a small run built at the back, they are such a nuisance.
|The sun rises at the back|
Just down the road at Hutton-le-Hole there is snow, lightly sitting on the hillside.
The muddy river banks slipping away on my walk with Lucy
I managed to find a Phil Rickman book, Night after Night at the library, which I can practically not put down, it weaves and tantalises round a plot, that has a 'big brother' theme in a haunted house.
Been knitting with chenille, a first, it is to be a cushion for my daughter, she gave me a book on knits for the home, and a couple of days ago she also sent an edition of 'Tom Bombadil' which I had never seen before, it had arrived in the Tia shop in Todmorden.
The sun goes down at the front of the house