Monthly Archives: December 2015

December flowering

On a stormy December day the trees are tossing wildly against the backdrop of a grey, rain threatening sky. One pine tree down in the woodland across the road. Nearer ground level there are flowers, blooming quietly and bravely in the gloom.

For each month this year I have chosen one flowering plant in Weavers garden to recreate in  a stitched picture. Results have been variable and can be seen on my Weavers Flower Journal page. The process has been hugely enjoyable and satisfying, with opportunities to experiment with different techniques, some of which have worked better than others. The journal is a record of the garden’s blossoming and the ups and downs of my learning curve!

Here is the December flower, a lovely Hellebore called Cinnamon Snow. We bought it back in February 2013 – an event  recorded in this journal blog. When I photographed it a few days ago there was a bee gathering some December nectar! How unseasonal is that? The stitch picture is a photograph printed on to cotton, overlaid with organza and machine embroidered.



Pre Christmas  highlights included performing in two concerts with “Just Sing”, (raising £2,800 for a children’s bereavement charity), and watching a scintillating performance of “A Christmas Carol” by Dickens’ great, great grandson.


Christmas itself was a gentle time with a visit from my sister and her family. The “boys” played board games, and we ate lots of food, watched TV, talked and relaxed. The photo shows Anna and me in our matching new coats, bought independently and in different towns,  unbeknown to each other!

A few sales bargains bagged, and the latest Star Wars film viewed, we are now enjoying a quiet period. It is the in between time, after the “birth”and before the “epiphany”.  A liminal space, a chance to reflect on the year past,  and contemplate what might appear in 2016.  And of course a chance to catch up on reading some of my Christmas presents. Thank you everyone!


Exotic baubles 

Most years the summerhouse in our garden is, as its name suggests, only used in the summer. 

But on this dull December winter morning I have just visited it with my camera to record an event. One of the citrus trees which grows in a pot out there, without any carol accompaniment or grand festive light switch on, has been bedecking itself with bright orange baubles. For the first time this orange tree has produced miniature orange fruits. A couple dropped off before we noticed the secret ripening, so we tried eating them. Not very sweet, but with a distinctive satsuma-ry taste.

We have been decorating a Christmas tree of the more usual kind indoors, but it doesn’t have quite the same unexpected magic as the exotic, self adorned one in the summerhouse. 

A bit like discovering a royal baby in a stable perhaps? 

December playtime

Our first few days of December have been seen through a child’s eyes this year. Having our 10 month old grandson staying for a few days means we have had an excuse to visit real life reindeer and enjoy Christmas lights and decorations without the weary cynicism  which can arise at this time of year.

A bright walk beside the sea in December sunshine, followed by lunch at the beach side restaurant was even more fun with William’s smile to entertain us. 135___12

Now he’s heading home, the toys are packed away, his giggles have gone and I am left to contemplate the Christmas Card list, and other “must dos”.

Even in the context of bleak news stories and global upheavals, children are such a wonderful reminder to enjoy what we have, right now in this moment. Perhaps we could all do well to enter into the serious business of fun which children do so well! Keep playing…