I remember when I was very little my Dad would sing me to sleep with a song (that I now sing to my own kids) and in the morning he'd wake me up with another:
Morning has come
Night is away
Rise with the sun
and welcome the day
I also sing this to Amy when I wake her in the morning (to a grumbled response) and this morning the words struck me as I pulled back the curtains on another dreary and dark, rainy January morning. Rising with the sun does make you feel good but what to do on mornings like this one where the sun seems so absent? There really is something about the lack of light at this time of year that makes it a depressing time. I've always liked winter (much prefering to be too cold than too hot) but the lack of light does sap my spirit. Summer seems a distant memory and all troubles seem to weigh heavier on a dull and overcast day.
It's not all doom and gloom however because when all is dull, cold and damp outside, I feel completely justified in curling up in a soft, warm blanket and just knitting the day away.
With this in mind I've just treated myself to this new blanket - a pure lambswool Scottish crofters blanket from The Atlantic Blanket Company bought with some of the money which came to me following my Gangan's death last year. I'm planning to stitch a small memorial patch to sew on it. I think of my Gangan and Gampy when I'm snuggled up and it seems so appropriate to be thinking of them while enveloped in a warm hug.
So I am happy to be right here, right now, knitting and quietly waiting for spring to come.
Thanks so much for all of the comments on the previous post - reading them really helps and I'm really grateful for the support and kind words. Thanks people x
