I’ve not done a Silent Sunday for a while, not because I have been doing anything exciting, but because I have just been following a daily routine of sorts. Dogs’ breakfast. Chickens’ breakfast. Fire. My breakfast. Shower. Work. Walk. Lunch. Work. Work. Dogs’ tea. My tea. Knit. Watch a little television. Bed. With a little dog butlering in between.
Everything is soft and faded now. It is the end of the year.