Alex and I have formed numerous traditions since relocating to England. We toast the shift from autumn to winter with the first mulled wine of the season each Guy Fawkes night. Every December we ice-skate under the night sky in Bath. On New Years Eve we dine at a seafood restaurant and see a film. In mid June, just before midsummer, we visit Badminton House for their charity garden open day.
Perhaps they are less traditions and more patterns of behaviour; things we enjoy doing and so make an effort to repeat each year. Ever since we met, Alex has given me an angel decoration for the tree on Christmas morning. And ever since we moved to England, each winter he has sent me a shipment of narcissi from the Isles of Scilly. This year, two big boxes of erlicheer that filled the cottage with beautiful spring-is-coming scent arrived on a very spring-like Thursday afternoon.
They have now faded, but I took photos of them dotted around the house.
Of course I did.
His bedside table.
They have now faded, but I took photos of them dotted around the house.
Of course I did.
All gathered together, before I started putting
them in every room of the house.
My bedside table.
The dressing room.
In the bathroom.
The living room (there was also a vase on the dining table
and another on the sideboard).
Excessive? Perhaps. Much appreciated? Absolutely.
The Isles of Scilly have a long history of shipping the first daffodils and narcissi of the season to the British mainland. I wrote a little about it HERE.
Kate x
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