Little Darlings!

They never grow up!  Or maybe we just don’t want to let them?

1^st December arrived and the eager faces were so relieved to see their chocolate Advent Calendars lying on the breakfast table. The traditional fabric calendar had been mounted in its usual place in the kitchen, with the little pockets of numbered stockings ready to offer tasty sweet treats for the next month!  Yes I know they are young adults, but it is a tradition and they love it, so do I!

It doesn’t stop there they still have their elaborate embroidered stockings, heirlooms I hope, which have to be hung by the fireplace on Christmas Eve to receive the annual supply of special extravagant toiletries to keep them fragrant for the next year!

Finally it actually feels like it is really December and we can be thinking of these things.  Only last week I sat out in the sun with a coffee, next to summer flowers which are clinging on despite the lack of daylight hours, being buzzed by enormous confused bees, whilst I made my lists for all the Christmas preparations.  It somehow didn’t feel quite right.  

No need to worry now, the chill wind sending shoppers scurrying, makes sense of the pretty Christmas trees on every street corner and the twinkling lights across the streets. Freezing days have arrived, the coats and gloves are out and I am sticking to my theory of a bad winter looming due to the trees being laden down with berries, being the country-girl that I am at heart!