Against what feels like my better judgement, I rather like January. There is something about the combination of good intentions with homely pursuits that I find to be peculiarly uplifting. New pages, both literal and metaphorical. This month, the sunlit hours were brief but glorious. We have had a few outings in the clear air: a walk on the common, a trip to the beach. Most of our time, however, has been spent hunkered down at home.
Every January my kitchen is filled with the citrus fug of seville oranges being boiled up for marmalade, and this year was no exception. Two batches were made and safely stowed. The shocking pinkness of forced Yorkshire rhubarb also made its annual appearance: stewed, in crumble, and in a batch of my favourite shortbread. I have also been attempting to bake a loaf of bread from scratch each week, joining in with Lou’s #52loavesproject, and documenting my progress over on Instagram. There have been bulbs on the mantelpiece and kitchen table – a pot of hyacinths and a striking amarylis.
Knitting is a perfect pursuit for January, and this year I have had a try at sock knitting, beginning with a pair for the baby. He is already a fan of snuggling under hand knit blankets. I only hope that I can finish the second sock quickly enough to keep up with his growing toes!
The rhythm of the seasons has begun afresh. It’s interesting to look back at last January’s patchwork and to see the recurrences (marmalade, rhubarb, knitted blankets, bulbs) and the differences (snow!). Oh, and I have been looking to the month ahead with a February board over on Pinterest:
February on Pinterest