Friday, 9 January 2026

2026

The years race by. We've had some sharp frost and I threw fleece over the citrus for a little protection.
We have also had a bit, and only a bit, of very welcome sunshine. I like it in the winter when the sun is low enough in the sky to shine into the house. I took all the decorations down on Twelfth Night and sunlight lit up the various ornaments and a good layer of dust!
All these little objects, a motley collection assembled over many years, are now back in the Christmas box under the stairs. Thank goodness for a house with plenty of cupboards!
The tree is back in the garden and the house has been given a good clean, so it is a fresh start to a New Year. How sad that the Christmas spirit doesn;t seem to have a chance in the world at large. Oh America, how low can you sink? Perhaps I should have kept my Christmas angels hanging.
We are all in need of angels.