Sunday, November 22, 2015
Yesterday we walked in the Riccarton estate and it was cold. Winter has arrived. The sun shone beautifully on the mostly bare trees, though, and the company was good.
Some swans and ducks flocked hopefully towards us. Alas, we didn't bring anything except our sandwiches and everyone knows that bread isn't really very good for birds. That was one reason for our not sacrificing our lunch. This swan, which was just as near to me as it looks, did everything short of unzipping my rucksack to get at my peanut butter sandwiches. If swans had opposable thumbs, my lunch would have been a goner. We felt mean.
And then we plodded on, chatting so much...
... that I hardly noticed how pretty everything was until I looked at the photos.
The bloggy world, or at least my corner of it, has gone very quiet. Possibly lots of new people have taken up blogging but I don't come across them; or maybe it's just gone out of fashion. Some (I know) now favour Facebook, but that's a different animal: lots of short bursts of here-today-gone-tomorrow communications - though I do like Facebook too. I've never really got the hang of Twitter. Many of my bloggy friends still post on their blogs, but only intermittently; and so I've stopped checking so regularly. I miss them.
However, times change. I shall probably continue blogging because I like making this little record of our family life and I'm a bit of a compulsive writer. I keep thinking I might print it out and then I think: more stuff for the children to wonder what to do with, once I'm permanently silenced.