Stomping our boots on the rocks to shake off the first snow flurries, taking too-quick breaths that burn and tickle our lungs making us laugh and love the way the clean, sharp frosty air makes our bodies feel tingly and zingy.
Wrapped in warm and nurturing hand knitted loveliness our hearts are warm too on frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
Rejoicing in the colours of Spring, brown grasses turning golden and lining the corncrake’s new nest. Rudely fresh green grass takes over slopes and flat meadows. Robust leaves of Angelica poke from bare earth and make olive feather shapes. Bright pink buds of crab apple trees burst open with pale pink white flowers. Homemade Harris …
Hello Autumn you beautiful harvest season of misty mornings, long nights and mellow fruitfulness. We surrender to crisp leaves crackling underfoot, the zing of cold air sharp in our lungs and the soothing, cosseting bliss of wrapping ourselves in layers upon layers of natural, hand knitted wool, silk, cashmere, alpaca . . .
A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle. There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit …
Winter: frosty mornings and feeling fine
Stomping our boots on the rocks to shake off the first snow flurries, taking too-quick breaths that burn and tickle our lungs making us laugh and love the way the clean, sharp frosty air makes our bodies feel tingly and zingy.
Wrapped in warm and nurturing hand knitted loveliness our hearts are warm too on frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
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