Day Fifteen of this new year and it feels like everything is moving at 136 miles per hour. At least 136 mph, possibly more on busy days. Talk about speedy. The packing away of Christmas (which was only a mere 8 days ago) feels like it happened a long, long time ago. Ancient history.
We have already celebrated a Birthday here in the Attic when Little B turned three years old on the 5th. It was a noisy, joyous affair, a truly happy gathering of good people, food, fizz and chocolate cake. Awwwwww that boy! At three years old he is absolutely bloomin' great. Captivating, charming, chatty and cutesome.
Once Christmas went back into it's six boxes and three bags, I went straight out and purchased a pot of hyacinths and a bunch of daffodils to welcome in the start of the new floral year. The tulips were a surprise gift from my friend and neighbour at number 18, and it has been delightful to have these flowers filling the room with colour and scent.
I've been busy with my hook too, working up those colourful granny squares in any spare moment. I love it when the end of a big project finally comes within sight (I am almost at the border-making stage folks!)
The snow came yesterday, and the 136mph rush suddenly slowed to a slow, white shuffle. In the morning we walked to school as great fat, fluffy, feathery flakes tumbled down. It made the town look so peaceful and beautiful (the above picture is the main town car park, practically deserted).
Little B and I ambled our slow pace up to the Church at the very top of town, as we do every Monday morning, for half an hour of Mad Noise Musical Tots. The church looked soooo pretty in the snow I thought.
Cold though. Yeah, it has been a tad chilly this week. It's been absolutely perfect blanket-making weather though, so cosy and heart-warming. Just a shame there are needy children who have to be taken to school or else I would not be moving my butt from the fireside.