“Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”
From the Christmas Carol –Good King Wenceslas
Aby, our oxymoron, a ten year old orphan lamb — now retired, and her companion, Twts (Titch in Welsh) coming down off the hill to the safety of the yard.
2 thoughts on “Deep and Crisp and Even!”
Meant to send a Christmas letter but lost your contact details – again! Deb
I’ll e-mail you! Love, Diana.