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Tuesday, 24 December 2019
Yule Log 2019.
As I say each Christmas, a Yule Log must find YOU; not you find the log.
Throughout the year certain bits of feral wood make their presence known to you, by making themselves 'obvious'. This year I have noticed several, and it was a difficult choice bringing just one home; but the choice had to be made. It's not as big as I'd imagined when still half covered with leaves (actually it's chunkier than it looks); but 'size isn't everything'. It's a nice dense lump of Oak.
Tradition says that the log must be placed on the fire on Christmas Eve, and if the following morning it is burnt through to ash, it's a sign of good luck for the following year; so do make sure your log is DRY.
I brought my 2019 log home some weeks ago (above), and it's now been sitting behind the woodburner for a month, to make sure it really dried out well.
I've already dressed it in Ribbon, Holly, and Ivy, and tonight, with a toast of Whisky and Cake, it will be placed on the fire before we retire.
Extra Whisky and Cake will also be left out for Santa; not to do so would be unthinkable!
It’s dawn over Trelawnyd.
The sky looks like one *Turner *would have painted with big clouds tinged
with pink and blue.
I’ve just taken *Dorothy *outside...
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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!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 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), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. 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!