Oh yes, welcome home...!

With the smell of gingerbread still in my hair, after yesterday's baking frenzy, I could no longer stop myself. Knowing fully well I ought to use every minute of today working, I was battling my conscience. Surely I could pace myself a little longer... Surely I could be a grown-up about it and wait to invite any more Christmas spirit into our house. Surely...?

But, when I saw my Christmas patience run out the door, with it...ran I! 'Hyacinths, I neeeed hyacinths', I chanted quietly to myself, as if it would somehow justify my excursion to the garden centre. And there they were, "my" little trio of allegedly white hyacinths, just waiting to be embraced by me, my Christmas longing and some cuddly moss. Together with a newly fluffed moss ball, they seemed to settle nicely on a side table in the kitchen.Welcome home, Yuletide flowers!

I would again like to thank everyone leaving kind comments here, despite my being so "invisible" in the blog world at the moment. I do pop in to see many of you, but my comments are few and far between. Thank you all and a special welcome to those of  you who are new readers!