Mim's shed. Honestly, I don't think I can remember a summer when it's been this wet and green in late December for years and I'm hoping it's a sign of more to come. Perhaps that's why I quite like this dorky photo, not only does it have party glasses but you can see the rain.
The children played inside mostly, staying up well past the hour and there wasn't any fighting or tanty throwing. When the New Year arrived there was thunder and fireworks all at the same time. I think. Or at least that's my impression of the night, wet, electric yet calm, thundery and lots of fireworks. And it was good to look over in the direction of our house and see our neighbours from two doors up's fireworks in the distance. Walking home, the night was cool and wet with a certain luminescence to it. We stopped to watch some kids let off more fireworks in the street. Yeah, fireworks are big around here. When we got home, the house was still hot but Grace went to bed without a fuss. I sat up for a while, feeling sort of truffle like. As though I'd been cloaked in sweat and then dusted with something gritty but I rolled off to bed and slept the sleep of the happy. A really good New Year's Eve.
Not much in the way of resolutions yet. Except for this, to simplify and make space for the new. In all sorts of ways.
Happy New Year to you and may your year be full of all that is good. And rain if you need it.