Hibernation time for now. There is a week left before the sun starts to slowly ascend day by day.
Leila and Frank have come from the UK to help me with carpentry projects around the house and bring in some festive cheer into this grumpy no-Christmas house.
Leila has mince pies baking in the oven right now. Frank is making some hot chocolate. Joni Mitchell is singing, "River"
Hiro made a Christmas flower arrangement yesterday. Ogata san is showing off her latest minimalist shibori...."I should have added a second circle."
If I go to Switzerland for Christmas I manage to hum a few Christmas tunes while decorating the tree and setting up the nativity scene under Barbara and Martin's tree for the kids but there hasn't been a tree in this place for 26 years. What a miserable scrooge.
There are other traditions though.
The trip to the indigo field when the seeds are hardened and the sparrows are not hungry enough that they will eat them. The timing has to be just right.
Gathering indigo seeds to send to friends all over the world over the holidays and for the field and garden next spring.
The indigo stems were not a festive red but the scrappy blue leaves were the best instead.