On my hook, tiny snowflakes and penguins. On my kindle The Year of the Runaways by Sunjeev Sahota.
There has been snow across a lot of Northern England today, but not where we live. There was a small dusting when we woke this morning but by 8am there was just a persistent, freezing rain which has washed all traces of snow away and dampened our spirits.
So my family has all been gathered together in the kitchen, warming ourselves by the aga. The children have been continually grazing on nuts, like little squirrels preparing for winter, and playing with small world toys. I have been crocheting the final details for this frosty mini wreath while wishing there was a similar winter wonderland outside the window.
I have nearly finished the Year of the Runaways and still finding it close to unbearably sad whilst somehow astoundingly beautiful. I think I might miss it when it is done but am looking forward to reading some lighthearted silliness next.
Linking up with Ginny and the other yarn alongers.