It’s been really blowy and rainy again, and to our relief, the only damage seems to be a dead tree blown out of the hedge.
Plans for today hastily adjusted, as the tree was hanging precariously over the duck run, and so, despite the wind and sleet and rain that followed, we were out cutting it down in sections. The sheep were delighted though, as it was covered in ivy.
Ironic, that we were out in such awful weather, as careful studying of the forecast has predicted it so, and we had already gone out over the weekend to cut some holly, to save us getting wet doing it today. The holly was resting peacefully in the open garage, in the dry, as was our potted tree, whilst we were out getting drenched cutting down this ivy clad tree.
A coffee and mince pie later to restore sense of humour, and we decorated the tree. Well trees. We have a little potted tree we put on the windowsill with lights, and a corkscrew willow branch himself has been dutifully de barking. which is now hung with bird decorations, and instead of our usual big cut tree, we have a mass of holly instead, occupying full tree size, and wearing lights and our eclectic range of decorations. The holly seemed a logical move – it’s much cheaper and we have loads of it in the hedges.
We really like it, it is different, but equally pretty, and the holly leaf shadows the light throws on to the (new decorated) ceiling are really pretty.
