It is certainly getting colder now and the air is crisp and fresh even as I write this. Although I like sunny days and lush vegetation, I must admit every season has its beauty.
It is a strange thing but I find myself
forgetting about what winter is like when it is summer and vice versa. Travelling
from Malin Head in the North to Mizen Head in the South, we’ve taken every opportunity to visit little
towns and villages not often featured on the tourist map. Ireland is indeed very
beautiful. Both peaceful and wild. Her
people both taciturn and friendly.
So with the change in the weather I'm naturally drawn to different activities.
In Spring I would be very busy in the garden. Come summer it is just relaxing outdoors. Autumn means harvesting and watching the leaves changing colours and Winter certainly mean slowing down.
Autumn and Winter also mean craft time.
Automatically I gravitate towards keeping my hands busy with the sewing machine, the scissors or the hammer. I have to purposefully take short breaks or else I'll be glued to the crafting table.
The thing is I have a lot of stash accumulated over the years. All kinds of fabrics or mosaic tiles or paints. I refuse to limit myself to only one type of craft. I tell myself that I enjoy the process of making and it is always a delight to see how things turn out. The best part is there is no pressure in selling the products and there is no time line. I like to give handmade stuff to friends and family members who appreciate them.
Getting back
The process of getting back to a sense of normality. The process of connecting with family far and near. It takes a little effort as my children are scattered in places with different time zones. I even have to set my alarm clock to remind myself when I should call or when they are calling. But it is such a joy to see and hear them in real time - telling me of their latest escapades, their gadgets, and what they just had for supper.
