We went to buy our Christmas tree this morning. Instead of the Christmas Tree Farm we went instead to our local garden centre, not because it’s closer to where we live or that their trees are less expensive (they are expensive just about everywhere) but simply for a change.
I wonder if you recall that in early October I visited this garden centre and one of the staff was erecting the reindeer stables? Well, this Christmas display is now complete and it is far better than ever I could’ve imagined! I wish this was a video, but I’m not clever enough to take videos and post those, but take it from me this is a complete hoot. The reindeers are like a comedy act, they talk to one another and to the people, as if we are an audience, and then they sing. They all move and speak independently and it is so funny, I was in stitches, tears of laughter running down my face. It just appealed to my child-like sense of humour, others were watching it, mildly amused, they must’ve thought I was barmy! I just loved it.
Not only was this funny and caught the shoppers’ attention, but it had been beautifully set up with all kinds of animals in front of the stables, birds, donkey, lambs … a lot of thought went into this and I really enjoyed seeing it.
But before we went to see the reindeer, we bought a Christmas tree. There were trees as far as the eyes could see. We chose one, a Nordman, about 6ft, and had it ‘wrapped’ in netting. Whoever designed the machines for netting Christmas trees must’ve made a fortune, for it seems that everywhere that sells Christmas trees has a netting machine. The tree is now in a bucket of water, the chap who sold it to us having sawn a portion of the end where the tree would naturally have ‘healed’ itself after being cut down, and it will stay there for at least a week, I don’t like to have it in the house too soon, the closer to Christmas the better for me.
I was going to look for a wreath for the front door but I also wanted to look at the ornaments, so no wreath as yet. I confess we seldom buy such things as ornaments; we don’t go in for garden gnomes and or little statues or plaster ducks and so forth, it’s not our style, but a couple of tree baubles doesn’t break the bank, and we don’t have to look at them all year round. (I’ve just remembered – we do have one garden ornament but it was bought for us: a large snail, a birthday present from a very dear friend no longer with us, and I just love seeing ‘Brian’ in the garden. We called him Brian after the snail in the Magic Roundabout children’s TV programme from the 1970s.)
The garden centre had really pulled out all the stops to make the Christmas displays look lovely.
And regarding my second Joules scarf, it is pretty but I prefer the first one. The second one’s colours aren’t quite ‘me’ but I thought it might look good in the spring with my cream coloured Artigiano blazer (many years old).
The scarf doesn’t look good with navy; the contrast with the pinks and creams is just too great, but with cream it looks OK. I also have a long, stone-coloured cardigan from The White Company (a lovely present some years ago) and it will look OK with that, too.
On that note, and try as I might there really isn’t a link between Christmas trees and a scarf, so I will close.
I thought I’d post something to get your taste buds going … our Sunday lunch: roast chicken, stuffing, gravy, tiny roast potatoes, roast parsnips, carrot & white turnip mash, and peas. To drink, cloudy apple juice. Dessert was to be apple crumble but we were too full after this, so we will have that for supper.
Until next time.