Friday, 21 December 2012

Winter Solstice

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, so the Willows flew to the Sun.
Snow had fallen snow on snow, snow on snow. But Toad needed a parasol to keep the sun off when out and about in his open top tractor.
In the bleak midwinter, the only thing the Willows had in common with a preceding host was the need to keep ironing so that there might be room for the roast beast feast in the dining room.
 In the New Zealand midsummer poor Mole needed both sunhat and regular snoozes.
If it's dark and drear where you are, I would highly recommend festive visits to Angel Catherine in her Garden.  The boys are soaking up a whole new way of Christmas!

3 comments:

Pom Pom said...

They are LIVING IT UP down in Catherine Land!
I love that ironing board.
Isn't ANGEL amazing?

Catherine said...

They sure are living it up down here ; ) Talk about scoffing!! cherries, apricots, stollen, mince pies, lavender shortbread, strawberries, nectarines, peaches oh & kiwifruit. It's a feast at every meal in this bright & shiny land. I fear they may have been "turned"...& might take some persuading to return to the other side. Pom Pom will have her work cut out when eventually they arrive back on her doorstep...the things they have seen &...portly!! Think they may have to do a lot of swimming next summer in Denver. x0x0x0x

Betty said...

Will they make it to PomPoms for New Year a whole year older, well travelled and wiser? I hope so. Can't wait for the big homecoming!