As the cooler, shorter autumn days set in, so a silent cue for Hygge is whispered through the household. Hygge – that useful, unpronounceable, new word that has crept into decorating speak these days and signals cosy-time to start in the house again.
I’ve started gently here at Ednovean Farm, searching out comfortable plump new cushions for the Blue bedroom’s pretty French bed and retrieving warm quilts and faux fur throws for shelves and cupboards to dress the beds again in our own vintage style before sadly putting the fresh white summer covers away for the winter months ahead.
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The first rays of morning sunshine in our courtyard garden
There’s always a feeling of anticipation for the day ahead as I open the door to let Spud-Cat pad out on his morning patrol, Will there be a spot the sunshine pooling lazily around the parterre – is there a little enchantment in the air as the sun slides across the courtyard gardens to start the day?
This morning was glorious and I popped back with the camera to record the shadows on the gravel terrace still damp from the overnight rain and it was just as a lucky after thought that I glanced around the corner to see Spud perched on the fountain for his morning glass of water in a moment made magical by the glow of the dawn sunshine holding him in a spotlight. Continue reading “Morning call – a little enchantment” »
The moment finally arrived this week, after extensive research (by which I mean I checked the prices very carefully at various local outlets) that I made my decision as where I could find the best Christmas tree this year and as a housewife of course, it had to be for the right price too!
And so it was on a damp and misty morning, I set off along the A394 to the local garden centre at Breage, to collect Christmas because Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas without a proper tree!
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The original zen cat
The Mares that live just below our garden at Ednovean Farm picked their way gingerly across the frozen ground this morning, to collect their breakfast. They tend to wait for me snoozing under the garden shelter belt each day. They particularly like this spot in the early morning as it catches the first rays of sunshine to hit the field. Within minutes a small posy of little birds has gathered to dart out of the sheltering foliage and snatch the plump golden oats from under April and Dollies noses. At night the two mares religiously put themselves in their field shelter at the end of the lane and so we tramp in a little procession out along the lane each evening, with a wheelbarrow full of haylage and buckets of oats – I wonder if they are different birds with picking rights along there! Continue reading “Enjoying winter days” »