The country park walled garden in winter. I love these fruit trees trained against the walls. We played tag in the rockery overlooking the river. We hid and hunted each other down and had a huge amount of fun. It was a good day.
Making plant labels out of sticks that I picked up in the woods at the weekend. I always lose the little plastic ones during the summer. The plants grow big, the labels disappear. Hopefully these won't.
Trying to photograph a beautiful sunrise. It's so hard to capture what the eye sees. The day was cold. I stayed at home and cleaned and baked and did quite a few of those things that pop up suddenly and need dealing with. There have been a lot of those lately.
A lovely surprise, this package arrived from Mel at Coal Valley View. I won her giveaway, a print and a brooch all the way from the Tasmanian Craft Fair. They really are delightful, thank you Mel. The postcard is of a Tasmanian Devil, a feisty little chap by all accounts.
This afternoon was the littlest boy's nativity play.
It was one of those poignant Lasts. He won't be in a nativity play again, his school only have the younger children in it each year. No more watching him being a shepherd, listening to him saying his lines, sighing as they all sing "Away in a Manger" and "Silent Night" and "Little Donkey". It's one of the highlights of Christmas for me. It makes me sad that he's growing so fast, leaving behind these sweet early days. But of course it's how it should be. Onwards, always onwards. And always before I'm quite ready.