What a weekend we are having, we had a bit of a snow storm yesterday, the good news is that we didn't lose power as they were predicting. The garden looks so wonderfully white and fluffy, my little pond has now gone from being frozen last week to almost buried this week, I just might bundle up in a little while and go out there and enjoy it!Yesterday I had a headache, and as I opened the brand new pot of Tylenol and pulled out the cotton from the inside I had a wonderful memory flood my brain. Many years ago when I was a little girl and living in England our mum would save the cotton from inside those pill pots to use on Christmas Eve. We always had a real tree, and I mean not a cut fresh tree, but one with a root on it, which our dad would carry home on his back, like a lot of families we didn't have a car back then. Every year our dad would plant the tree in a very large pot filled with dirt, so that when Christmas was over the tree could be planted in the garden. You are probably thinking that we must have had a forest of Christmas trees in our yard, well unfortunately not one tree survived, but every year the tree was planted anyway just in case.
Once the tree was set up inside the house our mum disguised the pot with red crepe paper and a large festive bow, then it was decorated with wonderful ornaments, some bought and some handmade, the finishing touch to the tree was the cotton that our mum had been saving. The last thing that my brother, sister and I would do on Christmas Eve was to decorate the tree with "snow", the cotton would be doled out between the three of us and we would pull off pieces and throw them on the tree to resemble snow flakes, just to let Santa know that we were completely ready. In my eagerness to get my snow on the tree my flakes rather resembled large hunks of white glue thrown all over the tree, my sister on the other hand was much more careful, pulling off tiny wisps that looked like delicate little feathery snowflakes. As I stood yesterday with the cotton in my hand and the wonderful memory in my brain I just couldn't resist, I walked over to the tree and pulled off a tiny piece of cotton and threw it on the tree, this time it looked just like my sisters all light and feathery, and only I know it's there.......until now.
Merry Christmas everyone!