Not snowing but promised. Not at all Christmassy here - a fine covering of snow would probably help, although it is far too early anyway. But these are the thoughts of somebody who finds Christmas almost too much (this is likely to be the last year that I send out cards). I don.t possess a single decoration and have thought I might buy some battery operated lights to put along my sitting room window ledge.
I think back to Christmas and New Year when the farmer was here and we had a house full and I cooked a turkey and had parties at New Year (most of the folk who used to come now long gone).
And sitting thinking about it all I suddenly remembered an incident which will probably amuse you. When we were newly married and I was 'playing' at being a farmer's wife I thought hens might be lovely wandering about the place (well you need hens on a farm don't you?) I bought a dozen free range hens (we soon became inundated with eggs and living on a lonely road it wasn't easy to sell them at the gate - we almost lived on delicious quiches- until we found an outlet for them.)
Then I bought a clutch (two hens and a cock) of bantams. My farmer's dad was still alive and was not amused. When they laid their first egg I took it round for the farmer's mum to boil it for his tea! By golly how they ruled the roost. Then two ducks flew in from nowhere and adopted us (attracted by the food I suppose.
Farming friends had geese, When one of my hens went broody he gave me two goose eggs for her to sit on. she produced two adorable fluffy chicks. But oh dear - baby geese might be adorable but adult geese are a different matter. The only things they took notice of were the bantams - all other feathered things and also the farmer's wife were easy meat (I was scared stiff of them and they knew it). My dear farmer said nothing and the geese did as they were told when he was around. Finally I got so that I dare not go down the yard when they were around.
One day the goose farmer rang - he would love them if I no longer wanted them. I couldn't get rid of them quick enough. It was suggested we had roast goose for the Christmas party - but no thanks - I wasn't that hard hearted.