With life now returning to a more normal ebb and flow following the festive jollity, I feel like I am back on the treadmill!
So I am being very careful to make sure life at home is given the highest priority. Which of course means in part getting out and walking with the boys and Mr R and of course the dogs.
Now the photo’s I am going to share with you may seem some what gloomy, particularly if you happen to live in a warmer part of the world. But, I have taken great comfort from pulling on my wellies and feeling the sometimes quite squelchy ground, and at other times the cold and frozen ground under my soles.
There was much fuss made in the media about the UK being hit by a polar storm, we were quite excited at the prospect of maybe being snowed in for a while…
You will be relieved to know that I survived the polar storm of 2017 and even managed to get into work!!!!!
I think I have enjoyed the walks just before dusk the most, when the mist clings to everything and envelops all…
because lurking just underneath the ground is the promise of spring. I can feel it when I’m out in the countryside. The biting cold is soon to be replaced with a milder air, a warmer breeze and a brighter light.
But, until then I am happy to stomp around in my wellies, looking at the footprints of what has stomped before me,
and exploring trails I have not been down before.
Getting cold and breathing in that damp air, because it means coming home is all the more cosy…
Don’t you think?
Well put out the crochet bunting….I’ve qualified!…a long hard slog, but it is done.
So of course celebrations have been ongoing (both alcoholic and non alcoholic), but my favourite (and the one I am going to share with you) was a blissful week at home, pretty much to myself. Doing this sort of thing…
Well where did that last week go to?
With only about 8 waking hours left of the spring break, to cram in as much fun as possible…I will leave you with some photo’s which capture my week.
Hope you a had a good week
It’s been a while since I have been able to take the dogs out just by myself, but today I got that chance…even if it was raining!
Muddy and wet, they had fun and I had some fresh air and some space…as well as two very wet, mucky pups that I had to clean.
It was grey and raining when I set out, but the blue sky toiled hard to peak out
and because it was so wet it seemed I had the whole field to myself…
and just as I started home, that blue sky began to break through
the abandoned nest in the bare tree got me thinking about the spring, and so…
Out came the cotton and my trusty hook, once the dogs were cleaned and settled,
and I began to create spring a little early.
This last few weeks has seen Jess turn one…
It has also seen my eldest two robins start year seven at High school…
I also passed my return to practice course in nursing… (happy dance) and have commenced training as a Health Visitor (happy dance…feeling overwhelmed…happy dance)
not sure I have time to celebrate with another yarn bomb! There has also been a lot of disruption in the Robin’s nest
Which is still ongoing, but will be worth the extra grey hairs it is giving me.
So far this year I have truly lived by BRAVE… and now Autumn is nearly here… my most favourite time of year and to embrace this season and welcome it with open arms… I’ve spent a little time pinning my Autumn happies… I just hope I can weave in some time to create.
My usual walk with the dogs lately has just been so beautiful….chilly at an average of -3, but beautiful. The bright, freezing mornings that fill my lungs with crisp air have also cast long shadows, which make me smile, as I make the short journey over to the fields with Alf and Jess.
The field down in the hollow, with all it’s grass and mud iced like the top of a frosted chocolate cake
As I climb out of the hollow and up the hill the sun shines in a blue, blue sky, but it can not chase away the bitter cold
Alf stops and pauses for a photo
Not one to be out done, Jess poses too
Tiny footprints temporarily fossilised by the ice
every bare and exposed surface has been visited by Jack Frost, over night.