Not a good day for going outside…except possibly to go to the greenmarket where I find
interesting patterns on the rutabagas –
and whatever these things are…

It is miserable out and one’s hands turn red immediately.
Snow falls on the wool

and the bread…
pears and more pears…
so I go home to make wooly hats
Happy New Year!
The hobbit house…
and an apple tree…
Rosie with her bebe gun for frightening the crows.
Indoors the kitchen with its open fire beckons.
as do the stairs.
In the church the shelves need dusting – melancholy indeed
as are the poppies for Remembrance Sunday.
Such stormy skies!
And a bare tree in Surrey too.