Time really does go faster when you are retired and your time is your own . I just don't have enough hours to fit in all that I want to do. The days from Monday to Friday disappear particularly fast and the weekends are lost in a blur of "is it Saturday/Sunday?" questions. (Older folk will know what I mean)
I am going to photograph one of my latest craft makes and - hopefully - load it into the arty page for all to see. It is a thank you card for Lesley, who I often call my shrink! She's doing a fine job on me! The item is a little box, with feet, and it is decorated on the outside, and contains a miniature Little Book inside, matching the decorative box it sits in. There are ten pages to this Little Book, each with a frame which contains a word. In total it spells out an Irish blessing, something relevant to the both of us, as we have Irish blood.
As per the title of this little episode, it is indeed the last day of October, and a month that I dread. Although the autumn colours are by far my favourite of the year, October signals that winter is on its way, as well. I have to adjust and I find this very hard to do. I spend weeks huddled by the fire, still feeling cold. Eventually I settle down to the winter months but I look forward to the spring all the time, looking for signs such as the snowdrops pushing their stems up though the cold, hard ground. They are the flimsiest of plants yet can still do that. Miraculous!
Here goes with the photo...
Wish me luck!
