Winter jobs

Overnight the wet Autumn has been turned into an icy winter. as temperatures have dropped dramatically. The frost was thick this morning before I let the birds out, and I did feel so sad for Hughie (centre of pic) who has spent another frozen night up in the Churchyard elms.

Tonight I have gotten my usual lists ready and have started my Christmas card writing, which I think is a tradition that has become somewhat out of vogue the more we gallop into the paperless Internet noughties.
I love writing, sending and receiving Christmas cards. The best cards, of course are the carefully written ones sent through the post and part of my own ritual is the anticipation of knowing who has written which card. after it "plopped" comfortably on the door mat.

With The Royal Mail practically defunct, and with people feeling that cards are no longer "green" or indeed necessary the thought of the dreaded E -card taking over, is, in my opinion a step too far in this energy saving, slim lined world!
Christmas cards take effort and some thought in their execution, by taking a little time to write the card, address the envelope and indeed to lick the stamp before posting, you are saying to the recipient "I am making this effort to remember you"...and to me, that is never a chore...

Ho Ho Ho

The cottage is still this evening as the animals crowd around the fire, Chris is still in Glasgow, it is quiet not having him around