Mince pies in the window
For years this window was screened by an antique French lace banner but since the new window went in, I have left the frame uncovered and have subsequently enjoyed the view when cooking.
Today and yesterday I noticed that the human traffic through the churchyard seemed particularly heavy.
Wrapped up in winter coats, groups of people in ones and twos have been crossing the graveyard all carrying Christmas wreaths and on a break from dusting mince pies George, Winnie and I ambled over to see what was going on.
Over eighty Christmas Wreaths had been placed on the " newer " graves in the tiny cemetery. Most were made of holly and ivy but cheerful poinsettia blooms, tinsel and small flowers added to the tributes, indeed , as we ambled along the paths another couple arrived to lay their own Christmas wreath on a grave next to that of the Red Faced Welsh Farmer.
For many people Christmas can be such a bittersweet time.
The steady stream of visitors to the Church perhaps was a testament to that fact
The things you notice when you stand baking at the kitchen window.
Ps the caption winner was Terrill