Monday, 14 December 2009
You may have read about my recent trouble, not too dissimilar to self flagellation, when making a Holly Wreath and later the Arctic chill I endured when creating an Ivy Wreath for my Nan. It appears that all of this frenzied and sometimes painful wreath making has turned me in to a crazed home decorator à la Kirsty Allsop.
When walking the dogs in a local park I came across another County Council masterpiece. A different Council this time but one that operates the same policy on pruning it appears. A large Yew had been felled and several other shrubs had also been heavily pruned. In the style that you have become accustomed to I collected several sprigs of Yew, Holly, Skimmia, and a length of Old man's beard (Clematis vitalba). These were bunched up and stuffed under my arm for the walk home. I received some strange looks along the way, that's to be expected, but Christmas allows such scenes. When I got home I arranged what I had collected, including some Pine cones, to create a rather nice table display (pictured above).