Having already foraged all the components for my Christmas wreathes I set about making three this morning, enjoying the warm sun streaming in through the patio doors.
It is one of the pleasures of the Christmas season that I enjoy.
Half the fun is tramping round the lanes and woods looking for some holly berries that the birds haven’t stripped.
This year there are loads of berries still in the hedgerows - sign of a bad winter to come or, more likely a sign that the autumn has been mild and the birds are still finding plenty to eat
I give a wreath to my neighbours as a thank you for the fresh eggs I receive all year and another for my aunt. It is her one and only decoration and she always gives it pride of place. I am very honoured! ;-)

This afternoon I collected Cassie’s ashes. A heartbreaking moment again.