Yesterday, the morning warmed slowly and slightly under the Winter sun. We unravelled the tangles of fairy lights to twist around the porch posts, stuck the new floodlights in the earth now invisible under the fallen leaves, then stood back in a biting wind and said, "that's it, all done". Later, at dusk, when woodsmoke perfumed the air, and the smell of Christmas wafted on the night breeze, we threw the switch. The cottage, bathed in light, sparkled in the night. The untwisting, untangling, winding with cold fingers, bantering and even arguing a little, suddenly forgotten as we felt the joy of this season.
Christmas tree in the gazebo ~ now an annual part of garden magic.
At night the view is lovely from the house.
the simple pleasures, and always BELIEVE.
