A forage this morning across the fields. Its barren and wintery now, the land stripped of all bright brazen colour, winter is the season of muted shades. The lush corn long gone, fodder for the cows over the long winter months to come, making the walk across the field to the ridge open and exposed to the elements, the wind whips making my eyes water. Its wet and muddy underfoot, from all the rain, definitely wellie weather.... I'm waiting for the cold to come, its just too mild for December. I don't even mind if it snows in fact I'd love it if it would snow.
Taking time out to remember the small things and not get caught up in the chaos that Christmas can bring
A new to me earthenware bowl from the dump, perfect for the chestnuts.
And it seems I just couldn't wait and wore my Christmas Pinny to the Alzheimer's Christmas Party, the bloomers were quite a hit!
Fires lit now, there's a casserole slow cooking with pumpkin and chestnut and good beef from the butcher's in the village.... its smelling mighty fine.
I have one more present to knit and then I'm all done for gift making.
Im looking for a new knitty project...
how about you?