Life is busy but uneventful at the moment - which isn't a bad thing, but isn't exciting. This week has mainly featured the writing of Christmas cards, of which we still send quite a lot. Our offspring send far fewer, I suppose because of Facebook and so on. It's quite time-consuming because I tend to write little bits of news in cards for people I haven't seen for a while, because otherwise, what's the point?
Big Grandson, now 13 and towering over me, sends us lots of photos of buses (he's very very into transport of any kind) but also photos of beautiful skies on his way to school, which is nice. As above.
We went to the Botanics - not newsworthy but always lovely - on a sunny day. It's the "very dead of winter", as TS Eliot says in "The Journey of the Magi", which I always think about in December, when the garden is mainly a heap of brown sticks. But this cotoneaster was a wonderful splash of colour.
And the gardens are set out for their walk of lights, which we always enjoy. Daughter 1 and I are going with the Edinburgh Two on Saturday night. Those candles are a bit surreal but do cheer the place up, even during the day.
A sparkly robin, or something of the sort.
And a stained-glass "greenhouse" - not sure that would work.
And here's my favourite tree, lit up by the sunshine like a candle. I can never remember what it is - a cedar? - but in summer it's covered with frothy pale green coniferish leaves. I'm sure I have photos of it at different times of year but can't find one at the moment.
And now I'm off to Dunfermline Abbey to take part in a carol marathon. Better get myself going.
I like the quiet days of winter when not much is happening. It does sound like you're doing a good number of activities though! I can't believe Big Grandson is 13. How did that happen?
ReplyDeleteIt really is quite wonderful and nice that your grandson thinks so highly of you to send photos! The quiet of winter can be so restful.
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