There is an advent party going on
I started to grow them a little late, so I don't think I will have blooming hyacints for Christmas. But January is also a perfect time to fill the house with some sweet, pink fragrance.
The smell of a sweet foccaccia in the owen makes my stomack cry, and to make time pass I am working on some felted ornaments for Christmas. Somehow the snow fills me with inspiration. The studio is transformed to an artist's workshop.
Barbara wrote about The Essence of the Garden by Hannah Willets some time ago. I did a search on amazon and didn't hesitate long before I ordered a copy. It arrived in the mail a couple of weeks ago, and now I spend long, dark autumn nights enjoying Hannah Willets musings from her Shropshire garden. A perfect bedside reading, and at the same time filled with information and descriptions. I wish I could compose symphonias with words like Willet does.