A White Christmas.
Snug inside the house, I have enjoyed the white sifting of snow for Christmas. The other day I was surprised by bird song, perhaps a song sparrow? Very sweet.
This time of year the hydrangea heads always look interesting with the evergreen bushes and the contorted filberts are doing what they do best: holding the attention in wintertime with those curled swirled branches. All the crabapples have been picked from the Snowdrift Crabapple tree by visiting birds. The pyracantha was heavily berried and still has a good crop left.
A good time for tea and a book. With Christmas cooky or two on the side.
I am looking forward to my life getting back to normal. Christmas TreesChristmas GingerbreadAdvent wreath
