As sure as eggs are eggs, once the first gun shot shatters the quiet of our local woods, pheasants start returning to the garden. At first, it will only be a few adventurous individuals, but as the shooting season progresses, their numbers swell. We name the first outliers, but give up after a few weeks and just count their numbers. Yesterday, we had eight hens and one male alternating between sheltering from the heavy drizzle (standing in the open, in one spot, looking miserable) and grazing on my overwintering crops (thanks!). They spend an hour or so and then move on. They’ve learnt where it’s safe to seek sanctuary, but also to stay on the move. These are the ones that have survived. So far. February couldn’t come soon enough for them.
We’ve had a wonderful Christmas break. I’ve started packing away the decorations. This is my time to enjoy the memories behind each decoration. The children put them up at a pace that can only be measured in light speed. Taking them down is my time and I revel in it. Sad to see them go, but we’re moving on to other celebrations, so I can live with it.
Returning to routine
Back to school this week for the younger two children. Both are in exam years, so we had mocks before Christmas and mocks after too, with a soupçon of results to follow. Not my favourite kind of festive sandwich, but we still had a good time. At moments, I missed the school nativity plays of previous years, which never failed to add festive fun.
Eldest goes back to uni in a couple of weeks. I’m enjoying the full house while it lasts. We had a lovely afternoon book shopping, this week. My pile of new books makes me squeal every time I see it. She is a bad/brilliant influence.
The daylight is noticeably returning. The beginning of the week, our dog walks were in the dark. Flashing collar, torches and hi- vis wear. Today it was light. I’m looking forward to lighter evenings again and getting up in the light.
Returning to making
The last part of 2022, my creativity took a hit. I had a few projects that acted as a combined barrier and I couldn’t manage to manoeuvre around them. I couldn’t finish them. They sat there taunting me, unable to move forward. Eventually, I frogged a sock and started again. That seemed to do the trick. I wish I’d done it sooner.
I finished my autumn jumper on Christmas Eve and am whipping through my sock knitting. My aim is to build up a gift drawer of handknitted socks, gloves and hats. I’ve found the cutest labels to attach to each completed project to keep track of size and yarn. Knitting is a good way to keep my fingers busy.
Returning to blogging
I’m also hoping that I can get back into the habit of blogging and photographing our everyday life. I’ve missed writing and have certainly taken a lot less photos. Although, I did manage to take 289 photos of the children surfing in Cornwall over the summer, so I’ve had my moments. I’ve missed it. Milestones have snuck through without me recording them here, such as Middle teen turning 18 and there only being one child left in the household, which is a big deal. I need to record more of the joy and the ordinary moments before they are gone. I’m determined to make it part of my week again.
Talking of which, I’m joining in with Anne’s word of the week link up again. It has truly been a long time. I’m looking forward to catching up with the others. I’ve missed you.