Spinning yarn by lamplight in the late afternoon. We’re all fed, we’ve offered most prayers, and now we relax – the babes with books, Lego and K’nex, and me by sitting in the stool by the fire spinning a pretty coloured bit of fluff into something useful.
We spend an hour nattering, making, reading and just being together. I don’t seem to notice the looming dark when my hands are kept busy. It seems this is what winter afternoons were made for.