So, I'm not a fan of Christmas.
And it's fair to say that today I wasn't in the best of moods this morning, seeing as how I had spent most of yesterday and most of the night going from room to room in my flat, mopping up the constant drip-drip-drip of water being forced through the windows by the stormy winds outside.
It wasn't fun. And I would certainly love to have windows that could take a bit of inclement weather.
But anyway: after clearing up this morning I took one of my calendars (still a few left) down to a friend in the village and had a cup of tea with them, and then decided to go for a walk, even though it was again blustery and raining.
At the furthest point of my walk, I came across the one and only large downed tree I saw (surprising, considering how strong the winds were). It was big fir tree. So, even though I don't celebrate Christmas, I thought to myself, what the hell, and snapped off a small portion to carry home and decorate.
Merry Christmas everyone.
|It was wet when I set out.|
|Postie heads home, his Christmas work done.|
|Out for a walk after the storm.|
|Natural fairy lights.|
|This was the large pine that had fallen over during the night.|
|And my little portion to carry home.|
|Um. I didn't have an angel. So I figured a fox skull would do just as well. (Fox skull also found out in the woods. Basically, everything I own was found out in the woods..)|