We’ve had a lovely day catching up, as we have been away, on decorating for Christmas, starting with the tree and later baking mince pies.
Our birch tree
My fairy near the top of the tree
Later I used the leftovers trimmings to top a pie for our supper.
Chicken and mushroom pie
A favourite poem popped into my head this afternoon – He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats. I have loved it for many years and I hope you like it too.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
