Monday, 6 February 2017

A Wintery Day

Surely everyone is aware of the 
divine pleasures which attend a
wintery fireside; candles at four
o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a
fair tea-maker, shutters closed,
curtains flowing in ample
draperies to the floor, whilst the
wind and rain are raging audibly 

January has gone and February is already upon us.

A cold, wet blustery day - where there is nothing else to do, but light the stove, listen to the wind shriek outside and watch the rain hurl fat wet raindrops against the window and cause wide ripples in the pond.

An excuse to pick up needle and thread and by the warmth of the stove create pictures with my needle, without feeling guilty that there is much that I should be doing outside.

As the light faded and the hours slipped away; memories of summer and the garden  

were woven in thread

and transferred to linen.

Not a bad way to spend a cold, soggy and grey afternoon!