Hello from Sunday night my dear and so loved friends.
I can’t even begin to thank each and every one of you for your deep and loving wishes on my last post. You’ve all moved me to tears and I treasure every sentiment of good will.
And even though the weather is our typical dreary wetcoastness, my heart is warm and shiny.
Inside there are flowers. Beautiful flowers. Beautiful Christmasy flowers. The top bouquet of red roses and green chrysanthemums came from mom as a happiness prezzy and the beautiful one below came from Chloe as a wonderful surprise for me when I came home from the last treatment.
I have an old book from 1908. It’s one of my favourite books in the whole world. It’s bound in suede and is called “White Hyacinths”. The author, Elberd Hubbard, writes, “If I had but two loaves of bread, I’d sell one and buy white hyacinths to feed my soul.” Flowers do feed the soul, don’t they?
The house is shiny with Christmas warmth.
I’ve hung up my Oxfrodshire Christmas map above the mantle so I can see it every day. I really love this map. I painted it over Christmas at West Cottage a couple of years ago.
One one side of the old Craftsman mantle is an old, (but new to us), Christmas village. We’re into watching Murdoch Mysteries and, when I saw this little village in the local thrift store for something ridiculous like $14, I though it reminded me of that gentle Canadian era, and beside, I always wanted one. I haven’t figured out any lighting for the houses and lamp posts, but give me time and I will.
Also on the mantle are these two ancient alabaster cups. I love how they glow with candle light.
The last of the autumnal apples are keeping cool on the back porch. They are still delicious and crisp. Inside, in a big wooden bowl, are cookie cutters ready for this year’s gingerbread. I think it’s about time I got my act in gear and made some, don’t you?
Last time I looked Milo was sacked out on C’s bed, but I’m not allowed into C’s room right now because of the Christmas prezzie situation, but here’s Morgan, eyeing the baubles on the Christmas tree. One of my ornaments, a beautiful glass peacock, came apart this year. Not a big deal, just the bottom clip separated from the glass base. Before I could glue it back together, Morgan grabbed the peacock feather part and made off with it to play. Luckily she didn’t break it. Scrubby little cat.
And, just in case you think it’s all beautiful and bucolic round here, here is a photo of the kitchen table, where we are hanging out at the moment. R is researching replacing a missing lead to some headphones and I’m writing this post. Please note the sculpey, the tape, the sheep’s wool duster stuck behind the table, the camera lens cover and other detritus of life. 😀
Happy solstice and big hugs to everyone.
Sharing with Judith and the mosaic bunch. 😀