In the deep midwinter

Hello. In darkest Fife. Nearly time for the Winter Solstice and we've just had a wee bit of snow. A glittery of snow on top of a sparkly of frost. Pretty to look at. When you're wrapped up in hats and scarves and gloves and many, many layers and you know a nice warm cottage is at the end of the path.

Here's something for the longest night - The Sunshine Makers - as seen on BoingBoing.



Big warm solstice hug from Bear and Madame

Suspicion

She's up to something. I don't know what, but something is definately going on. A strange trip at the weekend. New wellingtons. For her. Not for me. I'd love to have a new pair of wellies. Some of those frog ones. They're green and they have boogly eyes so you can stand in a puddle and people look at you and think "look at him, he's standing on 2 big frogs. or maybe toads.". Sorry, where was I? Oh, and not stupid red ones. Or a duffle coat. Humpf. Oh, yes, her. Acting suspicious. We visited The Cats. I wasn't allowed out. Even though there was snow and I like snow. And last night she brought me a present back. A book called "Fluffy". It's about a rabbit called Fluffy apparently. Back from where? Hum.