Goodbye 2013, with a quiet NYE; no champagne, no spangly dresses. Instead, the lights from the tree, a glass of something stronger, a sleeping infant in the darkness upstairs. 2014 will be better. We promised ourselves this last year, too, but now, a year wiser, I see that we did nothing to make that
Sat at the kitchen table, weaving these little wreaths out of rosemary to use as last-minute napkin rings on the 25th. Glass of red wine & radio 4 for company, the only light from the fairy lights. My fingers smell of winter.
The last lazy day before the Christmas mayhem really begins. Time to listen to our Christmas playlist, wrap the last few gifts and start drinking at 4pm. Happy days.
From Thirst, by Mary Oliver: