Epping Forest felt still and close today. The trees transpired in warm misty breaths down the back of our necks as we passed by and every so often when we were directly beneath their boughs they would shudder and sprinkle us with drops of thawing hoar frost.
☆ Merry Christmas to you.☆
☆ Artichokes, salsify and parsnips for dinner tomorrow.☆
The deliberation and slow-savoured selection of 6 choices from the Heritage Seed Library catalogue has become one of our much anticipated favourite activities.
Tracklements from Eat17.
A selection of microbrews from Wild Card Brewery.
We've been doing a bit of Christmas pressie shopping; 'tis the season to spread some little packages of awesomeness from our neck of the woods.
"What big eyes you have..."
No, the googly-eyed scarers do not faze the squirrels or the pigeons one jot! The garlic seems to be thriving despite being pawed, pecked and perused on a near daily basis.
Holly, Ivy, Dogwood, Fir, Bay, Crab Apple, before last light yesterday, we nipped around the garden snip,snip.
We twisted the pliable Dogwood into circular armatures and threaded it through with Bay, Crab Apple, Fir and Holly. We used the amazing 'silly string' superpower of the Ivy to bind it all into robust wreaths.
