Thursday, December 12
Another happy day, as Martin and Stephen came back triumphant bearing a tree. The pheasants paid the price and the boys carried the tree over a mile and a half down the lane. They laid it outside while they found the heavy pot to hold it, then trimmed some of the straggly branches and left them for the girls to use in their decorations.
And now it is standing in our hall, making the house smell like Christmas. Although we have a fire lit in the hall most of the time, it is not a very warm room, so I think the tree will last well and won’t drop very soon. In recent years we have bought our tree quite late and for the last two years it has not even been decorated until Christmas Eve, when Jane and Stephen were finally home for the holidays. But this year I’m glad to have it here early. It feels like another sign of normality, an indication that we can keep going, even if there is chaos elsewhere.
And the hens keep on laying, even if their production sometimes declines a little. The days are short and dark, so three eggs is quite good.