Janus, God of endings and beginnings.

I love the first day of a new year

The snow melted and seemed to transform into dreams, confusing fog. December was stressful and I spent too much time thinking of the past. Pointless.

Christmas was magical. Children were happy. However there was lots of flu in the house so we all felt very tired.

But now I feel like I have a new skin. The chill has fled, mild weather means I can see my garden again, imagine the work I can do in it this spring.

My chickens were baffled and depressed by the snow covering their garden. They stood on the threshold of their pen and looked out sadly. The snow was beautiful but cold as midnight.

January offers the brightness of a new dawn

Caravaggio painting, the adoration of the Shepherds

Nativity

Caravaggio  (1609)

Our sunday in the snow.

 Our house on the edge of the snow covered field.

 Daddy had to pull three children for a long way. Good exercise though and much giggling. I followed behind because the baby decided to get off. He had cold fingers because he was holding an icicle like it was a lost treasure.

Fingers warmed by an illicit bottle of milk. Far too big for this now but as long as he still pronounces it 'bobble' he has me wrapped around his little finger : )

Silflay

Two small rabbits were in the field when I pulled in tonight, the headlights made them pause and then they scampered. I immediately though the word, silflay, when I saw them. In rabbit language it means to graze and eat the shoots of grass. Of course, you have to have read Richard Adam's book to know that. I wonder how many people think of Lord Frith when they see a dead rabbit on the road, or is it just me?

great night of poetry and music tonight at the Word and Sound

Bob would have approved even though he didn't get one of his songs covered, great version of Susanne by Leonard Cohen was played instead!

I read a few poems. Two winter themed ones which suited the frozen night outside.