Above ..... a shelf of recipe books in my kitchen ...... Whittard of Chelsea hot chocolate tins (now empty) were a gift from my sister & brother in law in the UK .... I use these to keep spare coins in, for buying local village eggs ..... an invitation to a local political event for our region in the party's colours .... a babies monitor .... photos of a long passed but still beloved cat .... a message scribbled across it in desperation when she went missing one day .... a message to her - along with beaded charms and things given to me by a wise old man .... charming her back home again. (She came).
Below .... a 'spirited' spice rack .... it holds all my spices (I cannot live without these with all the cooking I do) and once had a life of it's own .... we had been living on the farm for only a few days when a shadow passed behind me one day & then the spice rack jumped off the wall and the spices were flung far and wide, scattered about the kitchen by ??? This was not the only odd thing to happen to me here .... but everyone - everything - is at peace here now ..... and I've kept the spice rack up. To show that I am not afraid.
It must be these cold Winter months that prompt me to write blog posts like this one. If you click here you can see a similar one I wrote last year, about my favourite Winter things ......
