I know that technically it is still autumn here but it is as like winter.. dark and cold and I am loving it. It’s all about the cosiness of it all, I love the lights and warm and fires, I love winter woolies and boots and coats and going out for long, crispy, sludgy walks when your face gets numb and then coming back into the shelter of a warm house and hot tea. Toastie, Mr T and myself all love big piles of leaves to crunch through and kick up. This year my favourite Copper Beech tree was spectacular and would rain a very satisfying amount of leaves down on you when you stood under it.
Of course Yule/Christmas is coming up and I get so amused with all the rigamarole around it, the usual moans and groans of the haters and the joy of those who, like me, look forward to the bright spark of winter celebration. I love the excuse to make yummy food that I never normally attempt, like this trifle recipe in the Guardian which I really need to try, although with proper fruit not that yucky spiced dried fruit stuff. In addition to it all our office closes for the whole of the Yule week – a holiday to look forward too as well!
It is definitely my favourite seasonal celebration of the year. All I want now is a little snow – it would make it perfect.
It has been quite a year so far, my fiftieth birthday, our fifteenth wedding anniversary and a huge step in the process of me getting well. There have been other inner turmoils and battles going on too which has led to a few changes happening in our little household. One of the outcomes has been an increase in our efforts to save our pennies – just in case we might like to go on a few adventures.. London is beckoning again, as well as Scotland. Next year is going to be interesting I think.