Happy New Year everyone! I do hope you all enjoyed a wonderful break with family and friends and trust you managed a little me time. January is traditionally a nod to the previous year and a time for setting exciting goals for the new year ahead. I thought in today’s post I would reflect on the first year in our home and entice you to continue the journey with Whitewood and Linen, since 2018 looks to be a new year full of many interesting and I hope inspiring building, DIY and craft projects. Many of which I aim to share both here and through social media. So, as is tradition here on my little blog, grab yourself a cuppa and let’s get going…
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.