I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
A magical thing.
And sweet to remember.
We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
Mild December Days
It has been a mild weekend. A chance for me to get out into the garden and clean the bird bath and top up their drinking water.
Over the weekend I receive the first few Christmas cards throughout my letterbox. They all showed snowy wintery scenes, pictures of fat robins or carol singers in the snow.
We don’t seems to get any carol singers anymore. Not like I used to when I was younger, I even went carol singing myself.
We also don’t get White Christmas’s any more either. Not in Yorkshire anyway! I would love some of the white stuff on the 25th, only if I could justify sitting in the house all day with the fire on!
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