|Waiting and waiting…|
I have finished a doll for my lovely friend Benta, who blogs over at Slik Stitches. Really, I should post her but I have been hoping, these last few days, to take some photos for my blog, which is to say, I have been waiting for the sun to peep out.
The radio tells us that this is the warmest November since records began and I don’t doubt it.
The fifth of November was my Grandma’s birthday – Bonfire night, Guy Fawke’s night or what you will – and, when we were children we would always make a guy from old clothes stuffed with newspaper. His face would be a brown paper bag with eyes, nose and mouth drawn carefully on by my mother with a biro or, perhaps a felt tip, and he would take up his place on top of the fire, like an ancient king on his throne, and smiling, smouldering, bursting suddenly into a flash of flames he would fall into ash as we oooooed and aaaaahed at the Jumping Jacks, the Rockets, the Roman Fountains, the Catherine Wheels. And we fumbled through thick mittens to hold tight to our sparklers and hot potatoes and slices of frosted birthday cake. And. of course, we sang:
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot!
I see no reason gunpowder and treason
Should ever be forgot! Happy Birthday to YOU
Happy Birthday dear Grandma…
And beyond the hot, too hot, flickering circle of magic lighting the garden around the edges of the fire, the puddles were frozen, the vegetable garden was bare but for parsnips, leeks and some winter greens, the leaves were down and the icy air bit sharply into our fingers and toes.
November was a Winter month.
But, now, the mornings emerge slowly from the nights shrouded in fog. The clouds hang leaden threatening rain or lurk, barely visible, over intermittent torrential downpours. Occasionally, the wind might blow in a dazzle of brightness around about lunchtime.
But this is England. And this is November.
Nothing is guaranteed.
Except that by 5.30pm, when you go out to shut your chicken house, it will be pouring with rain and so dark that you won’t be able to see your hand in front of your face.
And every time I turn on my lap top I see posts proclaiming ‘Improve your Blog!’ or ‘Get your Etsy Shop Ready for Christmas!’ – the key to success in every sphere (in case you haven’t heard), perhaps even the secret of immortality itself, is photos. ‘Taking Good photos’, ‘Taking Better Photos’. And the key to that is always light, ‘Natural Light’!
Well this is our natural light.
We’re not so very far south of Siberia, you know ;)
Janine @ Rainbow Hare