November is a good month for the Slow Life, when everything starts to wind down.
November There is wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep Stream o’er the steep Grey skies where the lark was Nought warm where your hand was Nought gold where your hair was But phantom, forlorn, Beneath the thorn, Your ghost where your face was. Cold wind where your voice was Tears, tears where my heart was. And ever with me Child ever with me, Silence where hope was.
The idea of Slow Life is to take the principles of Slow Food, which are “good, clean and fair”, and extend them to life in general.
Here in the Lake District, the air is clean, the pace is slow and the atmosphere is calm. If we don’t grow food ourselves, we can buy it in friendly small shops, where you know the quality is going to be the best.
This blog is a celebration of the Slow Life, with forays into the world of design, music, the arts, gardens, and my particular weakness, Japan.