Home made card. The spirit of 2009 is for a return to our artistic culture. Speaking for ourselves. Listening to others. Not 'popular'. Just personal taste for sharing with others.
10.00 am. Today it is very cold and frosty and the fog is lying around the edge of the village. I am looking out from the height of my front study, pushing my legs against the radiator for warmth and checking that the cars are running safely on the icy lane out of the village. No one is outside all wrapped up in cheery scarves and gloves at the bus stop across the road. It is so cold that even the most doughty grandma and child is waiting for the possibility of some warm sun before heading to the village shop. Sun will not come. The forecast is for snow, if not today, then for sure tomorrow. So the accountant and I have just put the wire of plain clear twinkly lights out of a house window and on to the shrub border that lies alongside the path to the front door. We are subdued in our taste. However, our neighbour spouts a different combination of coloured flash – this year he has outlined the roof line of his car shelter roof in reds and greens. We had to be bullied into doing this a few years ago by our younger daughter. She of Mother Christmas tendencies, and themed party giving from an early age. But it is welcoming to have the lights at Christmas. And kind. It looks particularly special in the snow, like little stars in a white blanket of cloud. I look forward to the effect tomorrow.
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