We have started our Christmas! Richard gets the tree each year, it is his thing. He has been buying them from the same seller at our local town market for about 10 years and they know each other by name now, exchanging an annual chinwag in December, with frosty breath and much stamping of feet and jolly banter. The youngest still waits by our front door for him to return, as the others did when they were younger, and shouts over his shoulder to us, "he's here, he's coming, he's got the TREE!!"
It was a whopper this year, standing in our sitting room by the garden door, all bushy and fresh and wafting that delicious pine-y smell around. That smell is Christmas for me.
Anyway, the yearly decorating of our Christmas tree is usually accompanied by some excitements getting it to stand in a bucket properly and of course the electrical uncertainties that are part of the tradition. I usually drown out any unfortunate discoveries of broken lights/baubles etc with a cd of the King's College choir singing their hearts out, copious mince pies and a little nip of something strongish for the grownups. It is such a lovely time, fire lit, dark outside and is everything you want to be doing and celebrating this time of year. Except this year was notable for its technical hitches. Our eldest was desperate to have the football on which
We have a mixture of decorations, with a special new one each year. This year I bought a hand blown glass bauble from a young woman who is just starting out making a living from her art. I love the swirls and swooshes of blue.
Some decs are rather swanky,
many were made by the kids, when their sweet, pudgy little fingers loved to play with glitter and glue. They are beyond their use-by date really, but they will never be thrown out.
Of course I can't resist bringing in a bit of nature, some pine cones and silver sprayed alliums bringing more of the outdoors in.
And on the front door a berry wreath, faux but I love its simplicity.
So, it is beginning to look like Christmas around here, and for more Christmas-y flowers and trees, hop along to Jane's lovely gaff. xxx