Friday, 21 November 2014

Just a Tiny Minor Panic



'Blimey Charlie' - I've just realised I've only got 4 weekends left till Christmas week (not counting this weekend)........

Last night Andrew was talking about Christmas Party invites.... and work dinners.... and visiting Charlie..... and these were all in December so was, obviously, miles away

                  .....but....

......when I came to put them all in my diary, suddenly, it all appeared to be not that far off and I haven't done anything yet to plan for the Christmas holidays - good job my brilliantly organised Mum has already made the mincemeat & Christmas pud - passing some of these on to me during our visit last week......phew! one less thing to think about.

So time to organise the troops and leap into action....

This weekend we need to go and pick out our Christmas tree. This has become a family tradition and usually we do it around the second weekend in November. We all don wellie boots, warm coats, gloves, scarfs & hats and head out to the back fields, of our local plant nursery, where they have hundreds of Christmas trees growing - all different shapes, sizes and varieties.

Armed with a little white plastic label, given to use by the owners, we head off into the trees to take a look. Over the years we have discovered that we need one about a foot taller than Andrew, so that by the time it's been cut down, trimmed and potted up it will just be touching the ceiling in our lounge - ideal!

Soon the woods are ringing with the cries of 'come and look at this one' or 'here's the one' or 'no it's a bit lopsided' or 'don't you think its too thin in the middle' or ' not enough branches higher up' it goes on and on and usually when we find the ideal tree, the perfect height, the perfect distribution of branches, the right colour and it's just THE ONE ....... there will be a little white label on the other side proclaiming that the family further up the valley have already bagged this one (sometimes I'm so tempted to move their label to another tree!!! - not in the spirit of Christmas though!)

Eventually, after a good hour of trudging around we find the tree, label it and head home to a roaring log fire, a hot chocolate, with maybe a dash of whiskey or brandy added, followed by a hearty stew and dumplings......

That's when I know that my Christmas has started and I'm ready to take on all the other things that I love to do to prepare for the holidays........

Have a lovely weekend
Love Lizx

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Just wanted to show you what I found growing at the bottom of our garden this week.....


I looked it up in my 'big book of fungi' and it's an ink cap mushroom described as 'Edible although sometimes poisonous' enough to make me leave it undisturbed. Apparently, it was known as 'tippler's bane' in early England and eating of it increases sensitivity to alcohol - resulting in extreme symptoms and sometimes causing a mild heart attach - who'd of thought it from such a pretty looking plant!