Christmas brought us sleep and snow, a chance to walk and talk and gently pass the time. I had many lists of hand made things I was inspired, too late as ever, to make and managed half a knitted owl, still on the needles, and a tiny angel with a red dress for the tree. We loved lego troops collecting on December breakfast tables (one by one they appeared in those advent stockings thanks to a huge bag found in a charity shop), balls that lit up when they bounced, frozen mud, grey skies and winter light on walks with friends and family, slow meals, window stars, new bedroom arrangements, puppet shows, seeing for the first time in two years the empty bottom of the washing basket and (have I already mentioned this?) whole nights of sleep. Happy New Year!
