Dark December has now come, and brought with him the shortest day and longest night: he turns the mist-like rain into ice with the breath of his nostrils: and with cold that pierces to the very bones, drives the shivering and houseless beggar to seek shelter in the deserted shed....
Even the houses, with their frosted windows, have now a wintry look; and the iron knocker of the door, covered with hoary rime. seems to cutt he fingers like a knife when it is touched.
(Chambers Book of Days 1864)
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If you decide on making a basket - do show us as I have always been interested in basket making but never done anything about it. In another life I would have loved to have been an apprentice to a master basket maker. I love dogwood in the winter.
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