Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Sunday, 5 October 2014

My Mountain Home

For a change today, I thought I would share some pictures of where I live. I often witter on about it being quite remote where I live and how I can count my blessings for the I thought it was only right that I share. I was truly blessed when I found this village 24 years ago. All my friends were horrified that I was coming to live here. I don't know what they thought was going to Over the years I've come to the conclusion that this village is a bit like either really love it or hate it..there is no middle ground.What really amazes me is people that move here and expect to be living a rural idyll, without any work. For most of my life, I've lived in rural areas and there has always been a certain amount of work attached.Even if it's only chopping logs for the fire.The old men used to say that wood warms you twice..once when you chop it and secondly when you burn it. How's that for value for money.

I have lots of work to do today so I'd better get on with it. Christmas crafting has finally arrived in this house..I spent most of yesterday re-arranging my craft stuff...every year I pack away all my christmas stuff and then I have to spend a day sorting myself out when I have to begin again. I'm finding it really hard this year but it's just a case of needing to put my big girl pants on. I've ordered my card blanks so there will be no excuse not to

The weather is being very kind today..all the animals are in and out..apart from Reg who has taken up residence by my feet. Jeff is late coming for his breakfast..he's probably playing in the field as normal. Very soon I'm expecting him to rush in complaining that he hasn't been fed..and it will be all my

Well the coffee is calling and the glitter is about to take flight on the breeze. Brace yourself, it's going to be a twinkling festive season. Until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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