And so year end. Twelve garden moodboards. Our garden has taken a battering from the almost relentless wind and rain. The playhouse took flight in spectacular fashion on one particularly gusty morning, but has been rescued.
The trees are skeletal, bare branches stripped of their leaves and bending obediently to the winds strength. The evergreen holly and ivy are virtually the only greenery in the garden. Some of the bare tree branches are covered in beautiful mint and mustard coloured lichen. Like little jackets providing warmth against the bitter cold.
December has been a month of two halves for me. So busy in the run up to Christmas with fun filled festive activities, nativity plays, visiting Father Christmas, Christmas markets and visiting family and friends. And now a time for rest. I got a special festive treat this year. Shingles. Not exactly what I wanted, as you might imagine. But we had a great Christmas despite it.
We spent Christmas Day at home, the five of us, taking things at our own pace, our own rhythm. It was lovely. My in laws spent Boxing Day with us and tomorrow we are going to my parents for dinner.
I am feeling a lot better and hope to be well mended very soon.