Sunday 3 January 2021
Well it is here 2021.
We must look forward. As the days are even now starting to lengthen, just a little bit I know,we start to think about planting seeds and the year start it ever turning cycle. Wont be long until lambing time .Nothing is better than seeing lambs frolocking about in the fields. Even with the Covid hanging over our heads, we still live in such a fast moving world. The years are ticking by. As I said to Jack this morning I cant beleive it is 15 years since we were planning out trip to New Zealand. Social media brings news of our friends who live there now, lighting up screens in our living rooms with photos or sunshine,hazy days and bright flowers. For the many, they have found new vocations in life. I seem to bake more, day dream more and still have a host of things to do with not enough hours in the day. We are lucky to have so many choices and I have lots of hair brain ideas. Well I did find out that there wasnt any courses on how to be a professional scarecrow maker. Then I see something on Pininterst and think ah I shouldnt have thrown that away. I am a hoarder, it is in my nature as when I was young things were not as plentiful as they are today. My parents grew up through the war years, there were hardships and I suppose I adopted their way of making do and mend. Sharing the last piece of cake between 3 was not uncommon and hand-me-downs clothes were what we expected to wear and grateful for them . So what will 2021 hold for us all. I will continue with my little cakes of kindness which put a smile on faces. If anyone has any spare bundt tins or individual cake tins they do not want any more I would be happy to give them a new home. Bundt times are good as they make a pattern in the cake and so it leaves you with very little decorationing to do as the mould has done it for you. I expect I will continue to knit for the youngest in the family as my dinosaur jumper went down well for Christmas and in next to no time it will be Easter. What we all should wish for is Good Health as without that we are nothing so below you will see my dad raising his glass to just that, with homemeade Christmas cake and Wensleydale cheese it is the Yorkshire mans way of welcoming in the New Year.