Liminal time

between Christmas Day and New Year's Day when nature seems to pause. The days when creatures huddle and there are rustlings and scurryings in the dormant undergrowth. The days when the Church remembers it's first saints and the only Apostle who wasn't martyred. A time that is neither past nor present.

       Flora Thompson observed - 'So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that it escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through. To them it is simply a winter month to be lived through somehow; they bracket it with January and November as "the dead of the year". ..... It is, of all the year, the time when colour gives place to form ... '