So - it's over once again. All the meeting friends and family, all the over-eating, drinking, opening presents, sitting around chatting; now we are more or less "back to normal" today (we will for the present ignore the New Year Festivities yet to come). And this is the day I always really enjoy. There is plenty of food left to eat without doing anything more strenuous than sauteing a few new potatoes left over and joy of all joys - there are Christmas Books to pore over and Christmas jig-saws to do.
Presents are lovely when real thought has gone into them - both the giving and the receiving. This year I have a lovely store of poetry books including a real surprise = you will see in the photograph a shot of Gwilym Williams's (Poet in Residence, see my blog list) book of poetry "Genteel Messages". My son sent for this for me and I can thoroughly recommend it - it is a joy to read. So thanks, indirectly, Gwilym. Last year I did the same for my son, sending him a copy of Rachel Fox's poetry - also thoroughly recommended (see More About the Song on my blog list).
So this is my plan for today: cook a "scratch" lunch; light the wood burner; draw up a chair and read, chocs on the side table, blackberry whisky and sloe vodka to hand - and doing whatever Christas jig saw is on the table when I want a change.
That's my day and I hope you are all doing whatever it is you wish to be doing today. Lovely photographs showing the pure joy of a new arrival have arrived on my computer from Elizabeth of The World Examining Works (see mu blog list) - who has a delightful new grandson. We have a new baby next door to us - arrived on Christmas Eve - isn't it wonderful to greet new babies, especially at Chritmas?
Outside the snow is thawing - as I write the farmer is running the scraper up and down the drive and clearing the slush and ice. I understand from friends who managed to find time to watch TV yesterday, that more snow may be coming our way next week - but let's not think about that.
In the meantime, dear blog friends, enjoy a quiet day - the lull before the storm of New Year's Eve.