dropping. Winter is here along with its' hardships but it is also a season of small pleasures.
We had a delivery of logs earlier this week to keep the range going and when we had finished
stacking the wood I noticed that the mist had crept up from the Lough field to spread like
Manannán's cloak across the land.
The muted colours and silence turned the well known fields into a place of magical mists
where the Otherworld felt close at hand.
|What do you see? Is it a tree?|
Or a creature with pointy nose & beard - others see a goblin or a big cat with a gun.
with a cup of tea to hand.
| Small winter pleasures.|
Look into the fire on the right - is that another goblin peeking out?