Winter has arrived this weekend, beginning yesterday with thick lingering fog and then a freezing cold, clear blue sky today. There's something peaceful about a foggy morning, I find. I feel cocooned in my own little world. There's an air of magic about it, as though anything could happen. It's not often we got foggy mornings, so I tend to delight in them when we do have one. It's the only thing to entice me out of the house first thing with the camera.
Yesterday was full of animal jobs. Loading livestock provided a reminder that not everyone shares the thought of being very patient and gentle with stock. It gets the job done faster and in a more pleasant way, for us and the animal involved.
And today has so far been a much needed slow and gentle Sunday, complete with a lot of sourdough baking, photographing and writing. It's impossible to bake, photograph and then write about fragrant sourdough fruit buns without eating one in the process. Truly.
Later I plan on perhaps digging out my knitting needles, along with stitching the seam in a pair of socks my Mum knitted. I've had a lot of seam stitching practice after making and selling many hand knit items a few years ago, so I'll get them done very quickly and neatly. And with the sudden change in weather a warm pair of woollen socks will definitely be needed!
What are you up to this wintry weekend?
I hope you're keeping warm!
PS Remember the Here & Now link up is happening again on the 10th of this month!
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