I found me a new walk yesterday. A blissful wander in winter sun and gorgeous shades of evergreens, from the yellow tones of mistletoe to the blue-green firs. Perhaps it was my pagan ancestors whispering in my ear, but I couldn't resist picking myself plenty and collecting more juniper, rosemary and rosehips along the way back down.
Together with catkin-laden twiggy branches from the hazelnut in the back garden I plonked all my treasure on the table and got to work. I hung the hazelnut from linen twine on little eyelet hooks screwed into the ceiling and simply poked and weaved (wove?) the greenery in. Fell off the stool, yelled a load of swear words I didn't even know I knew, rubbed in some winter oil and got back on that horse, yee-hah!
Feeding in bits as I went along as it spontaneously grew and spread. It looks delightfully natural, no need to garnish it with baubles, tinsel or even fairy lights. However, I do wish you had scratch 'n sniff computers, the juniper makes the room smell of Bombay Sapphire gin.
