Finally, we're there. Christmas Day. For the next 24 hours I can put my feet up. Sort of. The winter solstice, my favourite landmark day for the inherent optimism it brings, has passed; now we're at the start of winter, the days will start to get ever-so-slowly longer, brighter and, eventually, warmer. I've had enough of putting the lights on indoors at half-two in the afternoon. No wonder plants struggle.
So, onwards to the bleak midwinter. It's one of the UK's little ironies that just as we feel we're into a new year with Spring to look forward to, the weather can suddenly plummet into minus temperatures. I'm ready. I have a new woolly hat and toasty sheepskin lined gardening boots. Nothing like 'being prepared'. (And, no, I was never a Girl Guide. Missed opportunity there, I think.) Dare I say that, here in London, signs are good for another mildish winter like last year? Hopefully without the wind and slightly less rain.
I've had a severe cold for the past week - the sort that gives you a temperature and sore throat, makes you ache all over, cough, sneeze, sniffle and generally be entirely unappealing to visitors. Lots of hand washing has been taking place as I prepare for the big lunch today. I'm quite proud of myself having put together a Charlotte Russe late last night, enduring through the fog of a head cold. It's one of those popular-in-the 70's retro puds that my mum used to make involving jelly, mandarin oranges, savoiardi biscuits (aka sponge fingers) and loads of cream and eggs. (Sensible eating will resume shortly.) It's one of my son's favourite puds and a complete faff to make although very delicious. Now all I have to do is turn it out of the mould in one piece and I shall be the (self-styled) Queen of the Kitchen.
|Added afterwards, as requested! |
Here's what's left of it the Charlotte Russe - it was enjoyed immensely, despite colds.
Apologies for the lack of a post about wreath making - I've been feeling too wretched to think about taking photos. I will do a post though as - to paraphrase - a wreath is not just for Christmas. On my wanders I've seen some gorgeous flowerheads, foliage and seedpods which has made me think about making a wreath a permanent but seasonal feature in my home. It's a good way of keeping your eyes open and really noticing what the changing seasons are doing.
|Sage, bay, juniper, lonicera, ivy, hebe, clematis seedheads, pine cones.|
But for now, I'm going to wish all you lovely people the best of the season - with many, many thanks for coming back time and again to read and comment on my posts.
Happy Christmas and a fabulously productive 2015!