St. Stephen’s Day

 Did he doubt or did he try?

Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills

One man gathers what another man spill. 

St. Stephen will remain, all he’s lost he shall regain...



26 December the candles burn all day.
I light the leftover bits of candles that need to be used up 
letting them burn down to the ends until they are gone.

The house smells like beeswax all the day long.




Wintertide brings slow stillness and low light. 

Colourful hats and mittens and warm fuzzy snow boots
Sit in the doorway ready for weekend walks
down narrow and winding lanes that lead to out to the harbour and back toward home.


I’ve treated myself to a paperwhite kindle which should be arriving by post this week.
I am looking forward to loading it up with all sorts of new and interesting reads
 for stormy days and nights by the fire. 


The pink poinsettia that I bought just after Thanksgiving is still going strong and the couch is quite a cozy spot for escaping into a good book.

~ ~ ~



Comments

  1. Just noticed, on my calendar, that today is the day, when "Good King Wenceslas looked out...." -smile-

    Oh yes, now we can officially wrap ourselves in Wintering, in the deep of Winter. And hibernate, as Nature is doing. And fully enjoy the warmth and coziness and peace of Home. With a new (or old) book, and wrapped in a warm blanket, while sitting in our favorite cozy chair.

    And spend time, simply contemplating... Letting ourselves tune the world out, and listen to our inner selves... Which are usually trying to give us some message, for health and well being. If we would only stop and listen...

    Thank you for another lovely post...

    Gentle hugs,
    🌲✨🌲🔥🌲✨🌲

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