Winter sun

We've had precious little winter sun. It shone briefly yesterday, slanting through the shutters and lighting up odd objects in the rooms. I'm not complaining about the weather because compared to elsewhere we have got off very lightly. It is cold enough for us to stay indoors but nothing worse than that. The plants in the conservatory do NOT look happy!

It's nice to have the usual bits and pieces back in place. They all hold memories.

Here on the mantlepiece is a soapstone of my father's, a jigsaw from a holiday in Venice, a cloth auricula which was a present from a daughter and a tiny tin box of a sleeping cat from when the girls were very small. (I have told you that I'm a hoarder.)

These little Russian dolls are left over from the Christmas decorations. They looked so at home on top of the piano that I've kept them there. Himself brought them back from Russia many years ago and they are in need of a new head of hair. (I could say the same for Himself but won't be so rude!)