They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. – Laurence Binyon
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Magic
I think I’ve been doing a disservice to November. I tend to think of it as a month of bare trees, shorter days and cold. Finger nipping cold. Reluctantly turning on heating. Most of the flowers, in the garden, have gone. My greenhouse is mostly empty and I spend the […]
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November Yarn Along
The humour of finishing my lockdown blanket just before the next lockdown starts today in England, has not passed me by. Typical me. I’m sure I should be rolling up my sleeves, letting out a sigh and starting the next one, but I’ll give it a miss this time. This […]
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Finally
There is something exceedingly beautiful about walking under a tree that is showering the path with leaves. Honestly. Look up and breathe in the moment. It sounds like rain, without the associated sogginess, in mesmerizing slow motion. Final leaves spinning down. I actually caught a leaf and then couldn’t remember […]
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