I’ve filled a basket with wreaths and candles, birds and baubles.
Danced around the house singing “jingle bells jingle bells” wearing my ruby slippers – leaving trails of sparkling dust.
Inspired by my far-away friends, The Tin Man and Theadora, I swagged the fresh cedar wreath with both magnolias and birds.
But the white roses cried out to be used. I made a second wreath for my good friend Angelia.
Roses at the door, and in the centre of the wreath a reflection of life on the farm.
More peacocks flutter and flirt.
O0h la la. The new salle de bain can not be forgotten.
Vintage Christmas balls sparkle catching sunshine.
They light up the night.
We’ll dine by candle light.
It is a glorious day.
One final act.
At the door I plant cyclamen for Buddha.