This quiet time between chrimbly and year end is a strange one.
An odd mix of restlessness and feeling in limbo. When magick seems to hide, lying dormant amongst the decaying leaves and sleeping trees. We have hunkered down and retreated each to our own corners - Eldest is curled up with a book, Himself has one too, Youngest is the most 'active' with his model making, even the cats have buried their faces (Pepper into my Mom's jersey and Pan-cat into a cushion) and gone to sleep.
I am the most restless, flitting between things, not completing anything.
Welcome to some new faces Suzy (Rustic Vintage Country), Julie (KS's Court), Joy, Joanne (Ghost Lily Design*) and Nata (Natas Nest) who used to read my wafflings when I blogged over at 11am and has 're-discovered' me - welcome back Nata!R
The end of the year is nearing - today is the 27th December with only 4 days left of 2014. It has made me think about things new.
Today's pictures are reminders of walks out - the first, a lovely late spring walk in the Dales, we'd been out on the moors and as the day was ending, we'd come down on to a farm track. All along the road were telegraph poles, beautifully numbered - ah perfect.
The next one is kindly supplied by Antony Gormley's Another Place. This iron man was so encrusted in barnacles that he was more green than metal. I had to put my scarf and hat on him just for a giggle :)