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Sunday, 3 December 2017
Yule Log 2017.
It is said that one must never go out looking for a Yule Log; the Yule Log will look for you.
This has certainly been the case this year. This particular 'log' (under the snow) has been looking up at me every time I passed by for the last few months. I didn't think more about it.
Yesterday it hit me; it was desperately trying to tell me something!
So, I've brought it home, made sure it'll fit in the fire, and I've put it in the dry ready for the big day.
On Christmas Eve it will be dressed in ribbons, ivy, and holly, and, whilst we sip our glasses of Port, will be added to the fire. If on the 25th there remains nothing but ash, it will be a good omen for the coming year.
I have caught my Autumn falling leaf, and found my Yule Log, so that just leaves our Wassailing in Jan' 2018 left to perform. I don't consider these annual acts to be 'superstition', just things that I always do. If I didn't; then I'd begin to worry!
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!