Hello Friends!
November sits, suspended midway between the glory days of Autumn and the bone chilling cold of Winter; a no man's land of dull November grey when all the vibrant leaves of orange, yellow and red have fallen from the trees and branches brown hang down, empty, dull and bare, against a leaden sky where December snow has yet to form.
Light is scarce in the sky, a dull grey gloom wraps itself around the horizon and wild clouds scud across the sky. Cracks in the clouds let slivers of silver light push through, a reminder of what once was, and a promise of what is yet to come. Houses, curtains tightly drawn across windows, glow with light, beacons that guide us home.
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We have time to stand and stare. Our harvests are gathered home. We are ready for the winter hibernation that will come. Let the season of hygge commence!
Wrapped up warmly against the chill and bitter wind, wearing our mittens and scarves, woolly hats and chunky Fair Isle socks, we take brisk, invigorating walks out into the Welsh countryside.
If we are lucky, there are piles of leaves dry and crunchy through which we stomp and kick. But in this November gloom the rain has fallen hard. The spent leaves are a squishy squashy mess of muddy brown. Are they not in decay? No! They are making the food for next year's plants. The Circle of Life rolls on
Soon , much sooner than we realise it will be December. The snows will come and all will look different again, dusted in powdery white.
And so the seasons turn. The days that not so long ago were warm with summer sun, now cold and chill us to the bone with withering winds. The time has come to withdraw inside. Let us sit by the fire cosy and warm with books and hot chocolate for our companions.
My friends I have been doing more art. Here is my latest effort by an online course offered twice a year by the renowned Danish artist Ida Anderson Lang, called Wish Upon A Star.
Until next time
Stay safe. Stay well.
Debbie xx
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