Wreath

I did the wreath this afternoon. We go for the natural look, with bits and pieces we have garnered from the hedgerows. I cut pussy willow twigs to form the base, woven together. Then long strands of ivy woven around that, then some lovely old-gold coloured oak leaves from a sapling at the bottom of a hedgerow, and some sprigs of ivy in flower. Then I wound round a length of the rag swag I had left over from making the big one the other evening. The ivy flowers on the left didn't want to tuck in any further, so I balanced it with the oak leaves on the other side. We prefer our "wildwood" wreaths to the sort you get in the shops and markets.


The new Christmas cat is still hanging around. We have called him Jasper as he looks like a Jasper . . . but there is family dissent over this! He is a dark tabby with very broad and few stripes, white paws and a white throat and little splash one side of his nose. He isn't too nervous about us, but moves away if we open the door. I'm not sure if he will stay - he might just be here whilst the hunting is bad . . .