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Saturday 28 January 2017

Sunshine, daffodils and washing lines

My dears, the sun has broken forth, the sky is largely blue and, oh my, how fresh and bright it does feel. The light has changed and one feels the tiny movements towards spring. Taking stock of the garden, we have espied daffodils poking shyly forth from whence that have been resting. My lady guardian has embraced the day and the washing line flaps with quite an enormous amount of linen being refreshed and how we shall enjoy the aroma as we fold and store it all later this evening - such a simple pleasure but one that satisfies the soul. Kindling has been prepared and logs gathered in for this evening as, though 'tis delightful during the day, it remains cold at night. The windows have been opened and the house breathes lungfuls of crisp air to refresh each room and the house begins to stir in preparation for the lighter months. For this evening, my guardians have both received a journal, through the postal service, to be enjoyed as the fire crackles and warms the refreshed rooms. 

The garment started by my lady guardian's late mother nears completion, wool chosen to contrast with that started and buttons, yet to be chosen. A garment kept with memories and joy at having completed a project that was shared. My lady guardian's mother was a prolific knitter, having six children to clothe, and taught them all the art and craft of the needles, all of whom produce garments of one type or another. How lovely to contemplate the art of the craft continuing, such a delightful heritage, and really,my dears, quite the most practical.

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