A hoar frost on Tuesday night that left the countryside looking calm and bright. And cold.
Inside, all is calm too. No agonising over colour co-ordinated decorations because we just use the ones in the box and lots of greenery from the garden and fields. We don’t spend hours deciding which Christmas tree to pick, because we just get whatever is left in the barn when the last customer has gone on Christmas Eve. I don’t have to find the perfect wrapping paper and tags for presents because … well, because I don’t seem to have bought many presents yet. I went shopping but for some inexplicable reason ended up wandering around a Calligraphy exhibition instead and bought no presents. Is there time to knit everyone a pair of socks for Christmas? Maybe not.
Of course there are a few things to be sorted out … but that can wait for another day. I’m going to raid the Advent Calendar.
advent calendar day 13
In the summer, the roses bloomed profusely and I tried all sorts of ways of using the petals. I made jams and jellies and curd and also steeped some rose petals, with a little sugar, in vodka. A few shakings and a month later I had a sweet smelling liqueur. My favourite way to drink it in the summer was Rose Petal Vodka with a squeeze of lemon juice, topped with soda water. I’m not sure if it will taste the same on a cold December day, but I’ll risk it.