Funny, how a year slips by us so very fast. All the plans and dreams somehow mainly get lost along the way. I like to have dreams ready although oft times they must come to nothing. Maybe a bigger house with its own garden, a pair of Tannoy Westmisters, a dog, Seems like most of the things we dreamed of are added to the list for the next year. Maybe that’s the best way for it keeps one hoping onward for the future but now the credit crisis has landed extravagant dreams can be realistically suspended and perhaps now we can begin to focus on what is truly important and in that small way it may do us all nothing but good in the long term…I hope so.

Today the sun filters through grey leaden clouds that hang loosely in the pale blue sky and the light scatters off the drops of water that cling to the leaves. It as though a million fairy mirrors was being held up to the light or else is the gleam from their gossamer wings. It is a view of columnar walls of rustic browns and evergreens waning to darker hues as leaves (long gone) rise above the flattened grass to welcome Christmas day. It is not a day for Oberon and Titania and the humour of Bottom beneath some cool glade under the light of the stars, though my soul is right there with them. How could it be anywhere else on such a winter’s day as this? For is it such a leap of faith to see the bees and birds as fairy folk and the wax and wane of each day as the most potent magic. If so then I shall be misguided but joyous for the world makes me so.

Merry Christmas