A Lost Weekend

Suddenly realised I haven't blogged since Friday - where did the weekend go?!  My weekends seem taken up by many small things; stories from neighbours, conversations at the garden gate, trips to the recycling depot, walks through Presteigne.  We also managed to bake a cake.

After the sharp frosts of the fortnight after Christmas, the weather has turned wet and raw.  It is not cold but a wind has risen, a wet breeze or a breeze over wet ground, which is cold and penetrating in a way that the subzero weather was not.  Strange to see the rain; it woke us in the early hours this morning, hammering on the roof and upsetting the dog; a grey wet light through the skylight, rain pattering down the chimney.  The rain has restored the green-ness to the landscape; moss, grass, evergreen branches.