Yule Blog
If something taking place on the same day in two consecutive years constitutes a seasonal tradition, then I may have just started one in my household. For the second year on the trot I have managed to persuade my son (aged 15) to accompany me to the allotment on Christmas morning to dig up the requisite amount of seasonal vegetables for Christmas dinner.
However, on Christmas Day the whole family were placed into a temporary state of shock as my daughter (aged 17) decided to join us. Suffice to say, she was was more "dressed to kill" in anticipation of the day's festivities rather than for digging up vegetables. However, her presence was very much welcomed, and as always, treasured. I've always appreciated (and still do) every second my children spend with me as I know that one day they will fly the nest, to possibly ring me once a week if I am lucky.
The allotments were not unsurprisingly very quiet as we arrived mid morning. Although, I do recall an elderly gentleman digging his allotment on last year's Christmas Day visit. Who could blame him? How many people would have traded places with him? Maybe a couple of hours digging would put us all in the right frame of mind to enjoy Christmas!
Anyway, I am glad to report that my parsnips had been left alone by last year's predator, much to my relief. I went ahead and dug up half a dozen large parsnips which suitably impressed the kids, and off we trooped back home.
I wouldn't say the parsnips were the centre piece of Christmas Day dinner, as that particular honour went to the poor unfortunate ex-wild fowl, although their organic addition to the day's festivities were much appreciated. Hopefully I can bring more varieties to the table next year.
Happy New Year to you all.
However, on Christmas Day the whole family were placed into a temporary state of shock as my daughter (aged 17) decided to join us. Suffice to say, she was was more "dressed to kill" in anticipation of the day's festivities rather than for digging up vegetables. However, her presence was very much welcomed, and as always, treasured. I've always appreciated (and still do) every second my children spend with me as I know that one day they will fly the nest, to possibly ring me once a week if I am lucky.
The allotments were not unsurprisingly very quiet as we arrived mid morning. Although, I do recall an elderly gentleman digging his allotment on last year's Christmas Day visit. Who could blame him? How many people would have traded places with him? Maybe a couple of hours digging would put us all in the right frame of mind to enjoy Christmas!
Anyway, I am glad to report that my parsnips had been left alone by last year's predator, much to my relief. I went ahead and dug up half a dozen large parsnips which suitably impressed the kids, and off we trooped back home.
I wouldn't say the parsnips were the centre piece of Christmas Day dinner, as that particular honour went to the poor unfortunate ex-wild fowl, although their organic addition to the day's festivities were much appreciated. Hopefully I can bring more varieties to the table next year.
Happy New Year to you all.
Labels: Christmas Dinner