The view from the back door is green and spare but bathed in a warm wash of winter sun.
The hedges trimming the field boundaries are burnished bronze. The view from the front door?
Is this...the lonesome pine...
...and on the front door...this little chap nestled in the wreath I made last week.
As you can see Mother Nature has informed my sense of colour, greens some dark and glossy others pale and softly tinted grey. Natural and harmonious, unintended but serendipitous all the same. Palest clementine hued berries and frosted green apples, intricately cut pine cones, fading pistachio hydrangeas. It feels right on the old oak door.
~When we went to choose the tree we also went to see the reindeer that obligingly take up residence this time of year. I think they are the most quiet thoughtful creatures, this one sized me up for what felt an eternity before slowly moving near enough for me to rub his muzzle.
...and so the tree is ready to be bedecked in glittery finery and twinkling lights...but I hesitate, it smells so good, the branches are so dense with needles the patterns and shadows so pretty I wonder whether I ought to just let it be...Nah, bring on the razzle dazzle!
PS Father Christmas...just in case you're reading this I am hoping one day to be bringing it home in one of these...