As I write this the sun is sinking fast and there is a pink glow lighting up little puffy white clouds low on the horizon. The pale blue sky above is clear; soon white crispness will enfold itself around every leaf and molehill, and we will put a big log on the fire. Early January is a mysterious time, when we peer forwards into a new year whilst still surrounded by the bits and pieces of Christmas, the stuff of the old year, now no longer with us.
This time the new calendars bring with them a shift in temperatures; a reminder that real winter weather is just beginning. When I was a young teenager, prompted by the sight of my parents hanging up a blank calendar, I wrote a poem which contained the words ‘all those un-lived days’ which expressed something I still feel even now. Every one of those days will be a big day for someone, a birth, a death, a birthday, an engagement, a wedding. As I stitch my cards I often think of the person who it is intended for and the special time in their life when they will open the envelope.
I hope 2025 will bring you many blessings and happy days.
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