So it’s starting to feel like Christmas; my husband is done with work, and while I’m not (writing and editing never really end), we did get the tree up over the weekend, decorations scattered about. Not as many as in years past; this house is small, and I gave to my daughters the bulk of what had spruced our homes over the ages. Time for them to start new traditions.
But a few pieces are precious; nativities (creches in the UK) and some ceramic geese from the first Christmas I was with my husband. My brother Joe’s Christmas stocking from when he and my other brother Patrick visited our first year in Britain. Candles from Marks & Spencer and some from Morrison’s, many pieces of Yorkshire following us all the way to California. The M&S candles are frankincense and smell so wonderful. I keep them in the kitchen, reminding me of mince pies, Radio 4, cold weather, and Boxing Day.
But as my girls are starting their own paths, we’ll have one here this year; Buttercup. My eldest tried to get a shot of BC wearing a Santa hat. This was the best she could manage.
I suppose I can’t blame Buttercup; it is a wee bit embarrassing, or maybe she just doesn’t like hats. Right now two small creches sit low, and my daughter has informed me they will need to be moved. Buttercup might take a hankering for them when they arrive this weekend.
I received an early present, a lovely comment from Shelia, who has read all the Alvin’s Farm novels, and eagerly awaits the last book. As I wrote recently, I have been getting my I am really tired of reading this manuscript feeling when picking up The Timeless Nature of Patience; not that it’s a bad book, in fact, it’s my very favourite novel write by, ahem, me. But I’ve been so consumed by the WIP, Timeless Nature has been getting the short shrift. But let me tell you, there is nothing like hearing how much a reader has enjoyed a book to get this writer back on the revision horse. Over the next few days, I might not do any writing. But the last read-through of Timeless Nature will be high on the at-home agenda, like getting the creches out of Buttercup’s reach.
She might look very cute in that hat, but I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her with ceramic sheep, cattle, angels, Mary, and Joseph.