The amount of wood due for the rental of the field, which has always been rather a moot amount, plus a cord we paid for. A cord also seems a moot amount, as we always understood it's three cubic metres, but in fact it turns out it should be a little more than that, strictly it doesn't exist in this metric country, and who gets out the tape measure when the wood tractor arrives anyway? Whatever, it seemed like a lot when it came to stacking it, not that we're complaining, a well-stocked woodpile gives the same sense of riches, security and comfort that I imagine squirrels get when they make a good stash of filberts, only we're not likely to forget where we put the woodpile or to have it all eaten by field voles. Dropped in front of the house mid-afternoon on Wednesday, we ferried it round to the back and stacked it there until rain, darkness and exhaustion defeated us, but we got it all under cover anyway. We've been thrifty with the fire until now, which with the mild and sunny autumn we've had hasn't been a hardship really, but now we feel we can be generous with ourselves for a bit.
More evidence of the mild autumn and early winter, the narcissus bulbs poking their noses up to see what's going on.
Christmas cards. Oh I've moaned and cogitated about this plenty before, then last year I made really quite nice cards, then this year even though I should have been less busy I didn't really get properly organised with them, and there isn't really the possibility here of just nipping out to the charity shop and picking up a couple of packets. So I ended up doodling some stuff with pastels ans scanning them. This coincided with the arrival of a new Canon printer.
We got this because the old Dell one which came with the last computer seemed to have compatibilty issues with Windows 7. As it turned out these could have been resolved by wiggling through the preferences dialogue boxes and finding 'fit to page'. Still, the print quality even for black and white was becoming dreadful and there didn't seem to be an evident way to service it, and I was fed up with having to send away for exorbitantly priced ink in obscure cartridges which couldn't be flogged back for recycling. The print quality on the Canon one is very good, and the cartridges are cheaper and available from the supermarket.
So, the doodles. Not too keen to put my name on them really - the holly's all right but the baubles look like nothing so much as radishes and turnips.
I made some from the contact sheet and lots of fiddly snipping and pasting, but ended up putting the better designs in collages and adding text; which is always quite fun as Picasa's choice of fonts seems to get larger by the day,
They still look like boring wrapping paper though. I'll try to do better next year.
I've taken the plunge and put the small stones badge on my sidebar, thereby committing myself to daily blogging again in January. Just one very brief item of observational writing every day seems like it might be a good idea, and I do admire Fiona and Kaspa for their energy and talent and consistency and all-round general good-eggness - click on the badge to find out more. I still try to keep up Out with Mol form time to time, but the constraint, not of sticking to 30 words, which is good discipline and enjoyable, but of finding something new to observe in walking the same routes, and then remembering them, is often more than I manage. So I'll try small stones for a month. Then I'll probably slip back into irregular meandering posts again, but it won't do me any harm to change the pattern.