Sometimes I despair of myself. A whole weekend, a long weekend, and what have I done. Nothing!
I’ve shuffled from one room to another endlessly, done a small amount of reading, watched some Dr Who on Sunday evening, taken a drive, visited my Mother. Did I do anything I felt I should have? like the housework, like making jewellery, like achieving anything? NO I did not.
I don’t like it when my mood gets like this, listless, restless, empty and forlorn. So much time passing, opportunities lost, war with myself of the “I should/I don’t want to” variety. The garden is a mess, the lawn is shaggy, weeds throughout the path, and my Neat Freak personality has gone on an extended “I don’t care, not interested” holiday – most likely to somewhere with 24 hour sun.
Winter, time of frost and rain and grey. Harbinger of SAD. 12 more days till the shortest day.
So, trying to end on an up note, here are some photos of this mornings frost.