November is chestnut month in Portugal, or that’s how I think of it anyway. We roast the chestnuts with sea salt and do magustos throughout the month; it’s one of my favourite winter childhood memories and one which warms me in this cold. It’s funny how memories have that power, isn’t it?
I can’t quite believe we’re almost through this year. Like never before, I think time just flew me by and yet as I look back, so much has happened during these 11 months. The main thing for me has been my approach to change and what I ask of November is that it gives me some tranquility, in the present and in the future.
:: finish the little birds red cardi.
:: plan a baby quilt for my new cousin.
:: write here at least twice a week.