So last night was Twelfth Night: decorations will no longer be worn.
And I have my arm in a sling... It's one-hand typing and no crafting. This and other things such as the dank rain since New Year were making me gloomy, but it's a new day, and I'm astonished to see the sun.
In the absence of self-produced images, here are two of my favourites from the little pile of Christmas cards I received this year. Both of them bright, fresh, and suggestive of crispness and cheer, so I think these can continue, even after
Twelfth Night.
Open the windows, feel the cold on your cheeks...
Image 1: Joseph Winkelman, 'Christmas Party' (1996)
Image 2: Cressida Bell, 'A sly fox creeps his way through the snow' (2009)
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