The wind is still blowing a hooley. One of our fence panels is now firewood. I am feeling slightly under the weather. Too much excitement, too many late nights and too much rich food. We are off to the coast tomorrow for a long weekend. Hopefully the sea air will be restorative and I will return to my normal self.Hope you all had a good Christmas.
As this will be my last post before Christmas can I just thank each and every one of you for taking the time to leave comments throughout the year – I appreciate them all – and thank you for keeping me thoroughly entertained reading your blogs – long may you continue.
Snow is falling, All around me, Children playing, Having fun. It's the season, Love and understanding, Merry Christmas everyone
Just for a bit of fun I thought I would try to write a mini-saga where you have to use as few as fifty words or less to convey a story - here is my effort - a bit schmaltzy I must admit - evoking a Victorian Christmas.
A child sleeps, warm between blankets dreams of sleighs and jingling bells Snow falls silently, candles flicker and glowing coals shift. A grandfather clock strikes the midnight hour 'T'will soon be Christmas morning Presents unwrapped Festivities begin. (37 words)
In no way do I consider myself a photographer ~ but I do love taking photographs ~ hundreds of them throughout the year ~ these are a few of my favourites that didn’t make it to the blog.Hope you enjoyed the selection – looking forward to taking hundreds more next year. And just because I can ~ I have added three more.
Presents wrapped. Cards written and posted. Tree decorated. Now ~ what’s left to do. Oh yes ~ the mantle piece.Husband thinks it looks Victorian – where’s Charles Dickens when you need him?“I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.” ― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
At this time of year, one of the things I enjoy doing, is looking back over the year’s photographs. Regular readers will know that I love bringing flowers into the house ~ the selections encapsulate what is growing in the garden at the time of picking ~ these are a few posies that have been gathered over the last year. A feast for the eyes.When I see all these photographs together it makes me realise why I love growing flowers so much and the pleasure they bring.
The sun came out ~ but it wasn’t warm ~ I had a little potter in the garden, wore thick socks, but my feet were like blocks of ice. When I was young I remember my Mum rubbing my feet to warm them up after walking in the snow ~ it would have been lovely if she were able to do that for me today. So although there are no flowers in the garden, I looked elsewhere to find a bit of colour.In the veg garden there are still a few pickings to be had ~ a container of carrots, three different types of kale, chard, a few leeks, purple sprouting broc (not producing yet) lettuce in the greenhouse and stored onions, beetroot and parsnips ~ if the weather does get wintery at least there will be some fresh veg to be had.So you see winter doesn’t have to be colourless – you just have to look a bit harder.