Hallo Dear Mustard Lovers,

 I hope this email finds you well?

 Do you feel Springy? Springish? Sprunged?

Well I feel that we haven’t quite done Winter yet. It’s been so mild here in Brighton. The snowdrops are out in the woods, and the little daffodils are nodding their heavy heads in the Square. I can’t help thinking there must be a super cold snap on its way. I’m quite looking forward to it actually.

I’ve had a lot of time to think on my long walks with the dogs. Betty and Stan are both thriving for which I am grateful each and every step of the way. After the year long illness and brave death of Moses, my brown dog, I can only feel incredible joy and good fortune when I watch my two running flat out after squirrels and rabbits, crashing through the brambles, barking up trees. I didn’t know what life would be like after Moses, but so far it has been kind and hopeful. Dear, dear Moses: I thank you.

So back to those thoughts and plans. I had an idea that it would be good to plan my year a bit and let you know what I am doing as far in advance as I can. My little shop in Brighton takes up far too much of my time but I love it like a third child. The expensive one. I’d love you to come visit us if you can.

I’ve been finding it hard to get back to work this year. After such a busy time of it in 2018 I still feel a bit jaded. Everything is a bit chaotic and untidy, piles of things to sort out, my hair is a mess and my exercise classes just aren’t doing themselves. I know its bleak out there but I really do feel that 2019 will be a special one. I just need to get myself started.

I’ve been focussing on things that bring me comfort. Spending time with the dogs, sorting out the studio, repainting the shop, making lists. I think it’s going to be alright.

Sending Big Love to all of you. It’s cold, it’s a bit hard and it can be relentless sometimes. I’ve bought myself some sprouting daffodil bulbs for my window boxes front and back. I’m going to put them in tomorrow and look forward to the new year with hope,

Keep on keeping on,

Sam Toft

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