“Always winter, but never Christmas.” From Narnia - C.S.Lewis. You will, I am sure, remember that the white witch cast her spell on Narnia decreeing that it must always be winter, but never Christmas...
"Memories press between the pages of my mind. Quiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the ground like golden autumn leaves around my feet," are the simple words from a 1960’s song. I cannot recall the song nor the artist, but those words dawned upon me today whilst working in the garden amid the rays of warm sunshine.
