After an unexpected snowfall yesterday
I awoke this morning to a miserable drizzling rain. In this kind of
dreary weary winter weather there´s nothing as welcoming as a splash
of colour at the front door but in December the choice of flowering
plants is limited. Red cyclamen with its fragile drooping blossoms is
quite beautiful as is the more flamboyant poinsettia but neither of
these will tolerate a sudden drop in temperature so this year I
decided on a less conventional display on my doorstep in the form of
3 small rose bushes which I found at a local market stall. No sooner
had I bought them than I spotted a dear – pardon the pun – little
basketwork reindeer looking at me beseechingly and just begging me to
take him home. I fell for him instantly and the fact that he was
carrying a tiny shrub with red berries just added to his appeal.
With such a cheerful welcoming group on
the front doorstep all I can say is who needs poinsettias!
Of these three the bear is the only one I´ve kept so far. I must say he was easier to stitch than extract!
