A pestilence has descended upon the land and the Lady has retreated deep into the Greenwood to rest and recuperate. No new work until next year. All is still except for the drip, drip of the thaw and the cawing of crows.
Tonight we say goodbye to the old year and give thanks for keeping us safe. We welcome in the New Year and send blessings and kind thoughts to all.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
The early morning fog cleared and the sky became a clear pale blue. The view of the Greenwood from the garden was drawing me all morning and I made plans to go for a walk in the afternoon no matter how cold it was.
Monday, 6 December 2010
The Greenwood is wrapped in a soft white blanket and the air is sprinkled with a frosting of rime. Leaves are outlined with a dusting of glittering white. Every branch is like a spectral bony finger stretched out to its tip. The sun is exiled behind a dense cloud of fog. Cobwebs are petrified in ice.The world is silent and still and the birds have forgotten how to sing.