Everyone, I have exciting news to share. This week we have received planning permission to build and renovate our new home. I have rewritten this introduction so many times in a bid to convey my excitement yet nothing works. It’s a huge understatement to say we are excited however, it will just have to do. We are now set to renovate extensively and build the home we have spent so many years dreaming of, in a spot we never dared think we would. Since we received this news, I have woken each morning with such a feeling in my tummy which is akin only to how I feel, each and every Christmas morning. We have so much to do to get ready for the build and renovation early next year. Before then however, I’d like to take you on a little trip back in time…
When we arrived at our new home back in December, the overgrown front garden reminded me of a passage from The Grimm Brothers fairy tale, Briar Rose...a large hedge of thorns (soon) grew round the palace, and every year it became higher and thicker; till at last the old palace was surrounded and hidden, so that not even the roof or the chimneys could be seen. Around our palace, ancient oak trees were silently blocking out much-needed natural light and we were sure there was a perimeter fence poking out from beneath the overgrown brambles and weeds.
This weeks post begins with a huge thank you to all those who suggested names for my beautiful Shepherds Hut, both through the blog and during countless conversations with me. You’ve all been very kind and patient even though I must have bored you all going on and on.
I am pleased to announce that my Shepherds Hut has aptly been named Belle. Not only is the name festive, the dictionary suggests Belle to be ‘beautiful’ and since she is, that will be her name. Now when the family need to find me, they will find me over at Belle’s.
I’ve been very excited about bringing you this post for quite sometime. Since Christmas to be exact. It’s about another present, and yes it’s from Mr M again. I know, I know, he’s a good guy; I guess I just got lucky.
So, today’s story goes like this. We’d been in our new home for five days before I came up for air and away from way too many packing boxes. We’d moved from a smaller rental, so on removal day boxes came from storage, the rental and just about everywhere else it seemed. Unwrapping the storage boxes was fun actually and not unlike Christmas day itself, as I rediscovered family gems and precious photos wrapped in tissue paper for safe keeping.
I’ve long-held a dream of having my own orchard. Not one as grand as Monty’s but my own all the same. And in my dream chickens gather together in the hope of windfall and I harvest juicy apples in old wicker baskets and turn my hand to warm autumn crumbles and bright jewel like jams.