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It is evening of the seventeenth of December. Those of us who celebrate Christmas have entered “crunch time.”
The preparations feel endless sometimes. Our shopping lists and “to do” lists telescope. After the second visit this week with our friends at the main Williamsburg post office, I am breathing a bit easier that “Christmas” is in the mail to loved ones who live far away.
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The final wreath I plan to make this year is complete, and in place on the dining room table. It is an old grapevine wreath I made years ago from “found” vines. This year I’ve added reindeer moss and oyster shells.
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It is, perhaps, the repetition, year to year, of those small family rituals of the Christmas season which make this such a special time. Every December we are drawn back to the music, the aromas, the tastes, and the much loved Christmas decorations we have enjoyed so much in years passed.
Saturday’s task was making fruitcake for my parents. They love our recipe, passed on from Grandmother, based on an applesauce spice cake she loved to make when my mother was a child. We add many different fruits and nuts, jam, cherries, and pineapple to this basic cake recipe.
I found my notes from the epic batches I used to make in the 1980’s. That recipe called for two dozen eggs. The other ingredients were measured in pounds. It took an entire day of effort, and yielded at least a dozen cakes.
I only doubled the basic recipe this year, a modest effort. Yet from cooking down the apples for applesauce to wrapping the finished cakes felt like a day’s work.
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Moss fern will thrive here in bright, indirect light, in the center of the wreath. It is in a “semi-terrarium;” partly, but not fully grown in glass.
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Fruitcake is one of the flavors of Christmas in our family. Tomorrow I’ll make another batch of blond fruit cakes, which Mother calls “Dundee Cake.” It will be rich in cherries, walnuts, pecans, and dates; perfumed with a little fresh orange zest.
We’ll have this cake ready to serve friends who stop in and to enjoy ourselves with a cup of chai.
Wreathes speak of this repetition; the unbroken circle of the year turning back to Christmas once again.
Every December I go out early in the month to cut fragrant Cedar and collect pine cones. I cut herbs, and sometimes roses, for the year’s Christmas wreathes. Cedar is one of the aromas of Christmas which speaks to me most poignantly.
We always went out to cut a cedar tree from a friend’s field when I was a child, and then brought it home on the roof of the car, and set it up in the living room where it filled the house with its fresh spicy green aroma. We knew it was finally “Christmas” once our tree was lit and decorated in the living room.
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We always had an Advent Wreath on the kitchen table when I was growing up, and lit the candles each night at dinner. We lit an additional candle each week as we counted the days until Christmas. This is a gesture towards remembering that beautiful Advent wreath my mother always made for us.
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Every family has its own cherished customs. Our expressions of Christmas are as unique as our thumbprint.
And in the spirit of sharing our unique expressions, I offered a Holiday Wreath Challenge this year for anyone willing to share photos or a post about the wreathes and decorations you have created this year.
One of the first responses came from Jenny, who hosts the One Word Photo Challenge on her photography blog. Jenny created a beautiful wreath from the clay she uses to construct her amazing miniature scenes.
Jenny’s beautiful wreath, handmade from clay.
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Please visit Jenny’s post to see how she constructed her wreath, step by step.
Then a dear friend and neighbor shared photos of the wreath she made around Thanksgiving time for her front door.
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Wreath by Farrokh
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The berries came on a vine she found in the New Town area while shopping one day in mid-November. She was amazed to find them lying on the sidewalk under a tree.
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I’ve since found the same vine in the same area, but don’t know its name. It makes for such a beautiful wreath of multicolored berries mixed with cones. An unexpected gift from nature; so beautifully used!
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It was several weeks more before Eliza Waters shared photos of her Christmas wreathes.
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Eliza lives in Massachusetts, and has already enjoyed snow. In fact, snow over Thanksgiving weekend brought down some large branches of Balsam Fir which she salvaged to use in a whole series of gorgeous Christmas decorations, along with pine and pine cones. Please visit her post to see them all.
Next, Barbara Scott, who lives in Amelia County, Virginia shared photos of her elegant Christmas decorations. Barbara and her husband have breathed new life into a grand Virginia country home. She has used Blue Spruce, sent by a friend along with Magnolia and other evergreen materials in her garden to craft several stunning arrangements indoors and out.
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These are pure eye candy, so please take time to enjoy Barbara’s posts.
Speaking of “eye candy,” you may also enjoy seeing photos Chris VanCleave, The Redneck Rosarian, posted of some stunning Christmas arrangements featuring red roses and red poinsettias. Gwennie, at Gwennie’s Garden has also pulled together some elegant and lovely Christmas decorations. She and I share a love for luminous blue glass, which she has used so beautifully here.
It always fascinates me to see how friends and loved ones celebrate Christmas, and what is important to their joy each year.
I love exploring trees full of antique ornaments, and seeing the keepsakes friends bring out to enjoy each December.
I like tasting cherished family recipes and trying new concoctions with chocolate, nuts, and fruit.
And I’m always fascinated with the wreathes, door decorations, and light displays which brighten up the neighborhood in the weeks leading up to Christmas.
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It brings us full circle.
We close the year by re-visiting those things which bring us joy and comfort.
We reach out to those people we hold dear.
And we celebrate all things bright and beautiful in this season of light.
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Woodland Gnome 2014
With love and appreciation to everyone who contributed to this post.
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Our front door this December, decorated with bits from our garden and wooden birds.
Forest Garden 