its that time of year, my most favourite time..
the nights are drawing in and the temperature is dropping ..
my days are a little more rushed as i have less daylight hours to ensure all animals are suitably cleaned, fed and adored, but strangely i seem to have more time to nest, sew and plot come darkness....
despite the fact that the house we live in looks pretty as a picture and is in the most fantastic setting, it is in fact cold, damp and more than a little mouldy..
the hope of a woodburner being in place before winter sets in is looking more and more unlikely so chimneys have been swept and open fires lit in the vain hope that what little warmth that does not go straight up the chimney will warm us ever so slightly...
blankets are being dragged from room to room ensuring that whippety whips are toasty warm at all times..
they generally can be found in groups of two or three
stealing each others body warmth...
cosy nooks are being created..
homemade soup is being made after the terrible shock of tasting a cup a soup .. never, ever again
baskets and bags of crafty projects are gathering..
the most perfect time of year