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.
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