Little Cotton Rabbits

February, mud and hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

February has been a bit challenging here. Toby has been unpredictable and had a couple of quite violent and scarily out-of-the-blue meltdowns, the worst of which resulted in a trip to A&E for me with a bitten hand. It was shocking and upsetting because it was so sudden and unexpected, he's never bitten me like that before. Knitting was out of the question for a couple of days, but the antibiotics have dealt with any infection and the swelling and bruising have gone down so I'm happily knitting away again now.

As a result I've been thinking a lot this month about counterpoint and the fact that tough times are somehow necessary in order to be truly grateful and appreciative of all that is good in life. Even though our good days here don't contain the elements that many people require to call a day a good one, (like trips or meals out, holidays, family celebrations etc.) I count us lucky that our good day requirements are simple and mostly achievable.

Our good days are created simply when Toby is calm and content and we each have a little time to ourselves. Even on a bad day I try to find a moment in the early morning or late evening to sit with my knitting, * read a book, or ** listen to some music, and say to myself "My day is really good right now" ***. It has felt good to say this out loud, and appreciate that in that moment things actually are good. I'm going to continue this practice and acknowledge the good moments when they arrive with that little phrase, it's really helping me to feel more positive, especially on days when good has only come in fleeting moments.

Our regular countryside walks have of course been another source of good in our days. Although the winds have been cold and the mud is still thickly gelatinous underfoot, there are changes that signal a shift in the seasons is on the way. The first herald of spring in our local woodlands is the emergence of carpets of snowdrops and overhead the bright yellow catkins of the hazel tree release puffs of pollen which are wafted to neighbouring trees on the breeze. We've had a few bright blue sky days of sunshine too and that is always uplifting, especially after weeks of grey murk and mist.

On one of our regular walks we stop at a bench for a snack and in this field there are these curious tussocks. It's taken me a while to work out what they are, but I've now realised that each one is a red ant colony. There are hundreds of them dotted across this field and it's quite mind blowing how many ants there must be busying away under the soil. Sitting on this bench while Toby eats his biscuits is another good moment, nature is awesome and always wonderous to contemplate. We're lucky to be able to get out into the nearby countryside and enjoy it, and also to have regular visitors to our garden too; birds and squirrels and the beautiful foxes. Little Katsue (with the broken leg, which she's adapted to well) and handsome Kai are both still visiting most days for snacks. The first 3 fox pictures above are Kai (the dog fox) and the lower 3 pictures are Katsue (the vixen).

Well, that's my news from this month, I am working on patterns again (a couple of different small 7 inch animals, including the fox/deer pictured at the top of this post, plus coats and cardigans patterns for the small animals) and I'm putting the finishing touches to a couple of tutorials that just need laying out and proof-reading. I hope to share more news of those soon.

'Til next time thank you for dropping in to visit with me, wishing you good moments in your days ahead, J x

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*Currently reading Watership Down by Richard Adams, first read it as a child and in the intervening decades I somehow forgot what a great book it is.

** Listening a lot to The Wailin Jennys version of 'Light of a Clear Blue Morning' and the soundtrack to the film 'Land' (especially Healing part 1 &2, Over the Pines and Walking Hymn)

***Quote from the film 'Wonder', based on the book by R. J. Palacio, which I've been watching lots recently, if you've never seen it you should :)

 

 

January frosts & home comforts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The days between Christmas and New Years Day are an annual gift I give myself, a peaceful pause in the march of days when no ‘to-do lists’ are allowed to intrude. Instead there is just a gentle drifting, a pottering and flitting between things that feel right at the time. We walk with Toby every day out in the quietly dormant countryside, and then it’s back home to warm up by the fire and put cosy indoor clothes on. Afternoons and evenings are spent reading or watching films and knitting, of course.

However, now that the year has got going I'm finding it hard to pick up the pace, so we're still in hibernation mode here and gradually easing back into routines. Toby is back at his two activity days and I plan to start pattern writing again next week, hopefully picking up where I left off before Christmas if I can gather together all of my notes and remember where I got to.

As always, walking in the countryside remains a big part of our week. The woods in January are cold and still and quiet, shrouded in drifting mists and carpeted with mud and damp leaves and the overhead branches make filigree frames around patches of leaden sky. There’s no birdsong, just the cawing of crows and chattering of magpies, all of the smaller birds have flown off towards back gardens where food is more plentiful. Mice, shrews and hedgehogs are all tucked up and hibernating and the squirrels spend weeks slumbering high up in their cosy dreys before rousing from their torpor on warmer days and coming out to forage. 

Not that there have been many warmer days of late. Last week was bitterly cold here, with deep frosts so we were bundled up in extra layers and our walks were brisk affairs, rather than the leisurely strolls of summer. It was so beautiful out there though, every surface shimmering with a diamond dusting of tiny ice crystals.

Back home I curl myself around a cosy hot water bottle and nestle down under a warm blanket and knit socks. There is peace and quiet and comfort and I feel immensely grateful to be right here, right now.

I hope that there is cause for a little gratefulness in your January days too, J x

December days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The arrival of winter always brings a desire to slow down, to cosy up, to hibernate a little. Winter storms have rolled in bringing cold winds, lashing rain and grey skies but here inside it is quiet, and still, and warm, and there is comfort and peace in the simple pleasures of reading a book or knitting a pair of socks. I'm up early each day to catch the sunrise, or at least a lightening of the gloom, and the quiet moments in between Amy going off to work and Toby getting up are a favourite part of my day, as I enjoy my early morning cup of tea and the freedom to spend a little time on anything of my own choosing.

Out in the countryside all of the Autumn leaves are down, dashed from the trees in the recent early winter storms and now lying damply underfoot. There are always a few weeks at the end of Autumn when you really need to know the route out in the woods as the pathways are hidden under deep drifts of leaves, so it's easy to loose your way. There is mud too, so much mud, and Toby and I slip about almost like skaters as we make our way along our familiar pathways.

The outgoing migrant birds have flocked and flown for warmer places far away. The birds that over-winter here are just arriving. All summer long there's been no sight or sound of a blackbird in our garden, but all of a sudden there are six of them, all squabbling over ownership of the topmost branches of the plum tree.

The foxes are back in our garden too, after spending the summer months elsewhere. A sure sign that the weather has turned and that they need extra supplies to grow their thick winter coats and bulk up a little to better cope with the colder weather to come. For the first time we are winning the trust of a dog fox, he accompanies Katsue (the small vixen with the injured foot who started visiting in springtime) and every day gets a little bolder and comes a little further from the bushes. We've called him Kai and he is very handsome, hopefully I'll get some more pictures of him once he's more relaxed.

Well, I'm going to sign off here until the new year. We're having a very quiet and simple Christmas, the tree will go up tomorrow and then there will be good food, quiet candlelight and lots of cosying - plus plenty of sock knitting.

Thank you so much for visiting here with me, it's lovely to have your company and I deeply appreciate all of the kind comments and messages that you send my way. I hope that you have a peaceful few weeks, and that you're able to spend time with those you love best. I wish you and yours a merry Christmas (if you are celebrating), and a very happy start to the New Year, J xxx

 

A month for memories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October is a bitter-sweet month here in our household. We celebrate five family birthdays, two for both of my children who turn a year older, eight days apart at the beginning of the month, and three for family who are now just memories (my lovely Gangan and Gampy, and my father-in-law). It's not then surprising that this month brings with it so many feelings of nostalgia and is brimming with memories from both my own childhood and those of my children, and I go about my days feeling grateful that I have such a deep well of happy memories to call to mind.

But then October is traditionally a month of reflection for many, with multiple festivals relating to remembrance spanning many different cultures. It is a liminal time between the bright, warm days of summer and winter's cold and dark, a time for settling in, for gathering together what is needed to get through the harshest months of the year, for cosying up and for reminiscing. Here it's a time for sweeping the chimney, stacking logs, batch cooking casseroles and soups and unpacking blankets and winter woollies from summer storage, and I busy myself with gathering together everything that comforts on cold, dark days.

Out in the countryside Autumn brings such melancholic beauty, with misty mornings and the colourful seasonal changes. It's also an exciting time to be out in the woods and one of my favourites, due to the arrival of fungi underfoot. So it's that time of year when I write my traditional toadstool blog post. Getting out into the woods and lying on my tummy in the wet leaves in order to photograph their fantastical forms is one of my great autumnal pleasures. I am always delighted and surprised to see something that I've not seen before and even the types of toadstool and fungi that I do recognise are always different and amazing.

Coming back into the warmth and cosiness of home after getting chilled and damp in the woods is also a delicious pleasure. And curling up with my knitting as I start to warm up again is a comfort and delight. Pattern writing is happening in the quieter moments of my days and I hope to share some new patterns with you over the remaining months of this year, pictured above are some of the coats and cardigans I'm working on for the small 7 inch animals, and there are a couple of other clothing patterns in progress too. And in the evenings, when I've run out of brain power, simple and rhythmic sock knitting in autumnal colours is a soothing end to the day.

I'm reluctant to state it (just in case I jinx things) but we are beginning to feel on more of an even keel here. Toby is currently, for the most part, content and happier than he's been for quite a while. I know that change is inevitable and always waiting around the corner but I hope this feeling of calm lasts, at least for a little while longer, as it's brought such relief and comfort to me and is very much needed.

I hope that things are calm and comfortable where you are, thanks as always for visiting here with me, 

J x

 

Settling in to September

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The past few months have been some of the most tumultuous so far in our journey with Toby. We'd spent a long time researching and making plans for his life after college, and things looked for a while like they would work out as planned and begin to be a basis to build upon, encouraging him to be more independent of us, with an eye to the future as we age. So many times H and I have turned to each other with a hesitant smile and said 'hope is kindled', only to have those hopes dashed, sometimes within days.

Challenging times however do bring their own gift, and that is to remind us of what really matters in our lives. Facing difficulties brings into sharp focus what isn't really important and what is worth clinging on to. For my part I have been reminded that:

• Toby's happiness is everything, when he is happy we can be too,
• walking in our beloved and familiar woods is more peaceful and relaxing to me that the most expensive, luxurious holiday abroad, they feel like home to me and to Toby too,
• The word 'problem' really just describes the space between our expectation of a thing and the reality of it. If we accept the reality and let our expectations evaporate we have a chance at being happy with the outcome.

Toby has been happy and settled recently. He's been enjoying the two outdoor activity days at the small holding and the community allotment project and on the five days that we have him here at home he has enjoyed choosing what time to get up (usually after 11am as he does like a nice long lie in) and he's had a great time on our walks out in the countryside.

The main downside to our new normal here is the lack of work time available to me. But I'm beginning to adapt and have started to pattern write again, (albeit very slowly and sporadically) and I do have lots of ideas for future patterns.

By the way, I want to take this opportunity to say thank you, I don't think I've ever been more grateful to all of you who buy my patterns, because in doing so you enable me to support my family and to be here at home taking care of Toby whilst still earning enough for us to live off. I'm also hugely grateful to the people who spread the word about my patterns with their friends, family and knitting groups and to those who mention me on social media too. I was delighted and flattered to be included in Elise's round up of Fall knitting and crochet projects. If you don't already follow Elise Rose Crochet on you tube then you are really missing out, she makes such wonderfully entertaining videos and her enthusiasm for all yarn crafts is both inspiring and infectious, her you tube channel is here.

Well, I'm off to squeeze in a little pattern writing before it's time to make dinner. Thank you as always for visiting me here and for the words of kindness and support that you send my way, they make life a little brighter and I'm very grateful, J x

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Harvest time photos taken at Tewin Orchard and surrounding fields, September 2024

Late summer socks, in colours that remind me of the orchard, knitted in the 'Cliff walk at Pourville' minis, one of the Monet mini skein sets from The Knitting Shed.

Sunset from my bedroom window :)