It‘s another day for wearing pyjamas and crocheted socks and sitting by the fire.
I’ve been listening to the wonderfully comforting Michael Horden narrating The Wind in the Willows and the following quote feels like a perfect description of a winter hibernation. If necessary, just replace “scribbled poetry” with whatever gently creative project is right for you.
In the winter time the Rat slept a great deal, retiring early and rising late. During his short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or did other small domestic jobs about the house.
—Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
