It’s been grey and dark and Novembery today, so I’ve been focusing on the light ahead. I knitted myself a parliament of owls.
The thing about owls is they don’t sit or stand, they hang. We found them a handy piece of driftwood, and tried them in a few different spots, and now they’re hanging around my kitchen, just waiting for a tree. That means nobody can open the cupboard for a mug for the next month or so, but I’m sure you’ll agree that’s a minor matter.