The arrival of old, long-loved treasures has made a sad and beautiful start to advent. Myrtle is ill, sleepless in the night and restless in the day, distracted by making little pets from felt and houses for them to sleep in. We sent our handmade card swaps off yesterday to the U.S, Australia, China and Canada. This year I need to make more visits to the post office, inspired by all the people who owned this desk before us, filled it with paper and cards, neat address books, remembered birthdays, sent their thoughts out into the world.
