Often known as goosegogs round my way when I was a boy. My mum would cook them up with raspberries and blackcurrents then serve them with custard. Lovely!
A Christmas tree lit up in most front windows. The lights don’t need to be flashing, but the twinkle & sparkle is so cheery on a dark rainy winter’s night.
My FIL became very Bah Humbug about decorations, it was hard to feel festive when we visited.
I'm a little bah humbug on decs but I like to see everything lit up - its the clutter I cant be doing with, so we have a tree and a few bits rather than overdoing it, it helps we have an open fire so the place looks christmassy pretty much all the time :-) . The "art" of sending xmas cards is very much in decline nowadays, which from my point of view is a good thing as it means you can open the front door without loads of cards falling all over the place in the living room! That said, we really make a point of sending cards to those (usually older) people it really matters to.
I'm a bit the same Mitchamitri. There's only the two us here over Christmas, except for Boxing day when all the family come round. Before that we are either at home on our own or out visiting, so there's nobody else around to see them.
Our Christmas card list is in decline too, as people we once sent to have either departed or now send Ecards.
Snow on Arran, with the sun gleaming on it. Other mountainous islands are available of course, but this one is a joy to see on our walk with the new rescue dog.
Thanks for that - a happy reminder of my dad, who loved lime marmalade too (Rose’s was his choice).
My current mmmm moment is the smell of a warm tomato just taken from the bush. It usually doesn’t get as far as the sandwich (sourdough with a crumbly white cheese..)
I seem to have missed posts about the F word. I remember that autograph books were all the fashion when I was about 13. A couple of boys wrote poems in mine containing the offending word. No idea what it meant. Mum wanted to look at the book, showed her, she went mad. I had no idea why...no explanation of course.
The last of my sweet peas with the sun shining through their jewel colours. The stalks are now too short for me to bring the flowers into the house, but the scent is still as good.
Crawling/collapsing into my comfortable warm bed after a hard day's work. Plumping my pillows and reading a good book (proper paperback) with a mug of hot chocolate and listening to the wind and rain lashing against my bedroom windows.