Shopping for Christmas decorations
Sitting in the house, by the wood stove I am cozy today. But a bit cranky, because my husband has clogged up my sink with a giant pot that he needs to wash. So my day is now running counter to my plan for the day. I feel like a cat on a nice comfy couch, you know when they move their tail in that irritated cat way. That about sums up my mood perfectly. So since my sink is unusable, I am just watching Dr. Fauci, on tv discussing the first case of Omicron found in the US in California, on the opposite end of the country… All I can think is… Grrrreat… Meaning quite the opposite of course. But I can’t complain about anything other than the clogged up sink. I am fine. Comfortably warm and cozy. Hanging out with my dogs, trying to salvage the day by making a blog post about what it has been like this year shopping for decorations for Christmas.
This year, I suppose I am doing a bit of an infomercial for Wilson Farm’s in Lexington. No I won’t be paid for it. I am never paid for blog posts. I share what I test and like as an independent unbought opinion. I have been going to Wilson’s since I was a small child. They usually have the most wonderful low to no pesticide fresh farm foods. Covid, has impacted everywhere’s quality… Wilson’s though still fabulous has not been completely immune to the ravages of Covid. They remain better than most places through this though. With the supply chain having such severe issues, I won’t lie… It is depressing the state of the food in this nation at this time due to all the Covid troubles and supply chain issues. Here at Wildflower, we share what we grow right here on property. When the season for that ends we do what we must. We buy local and as high quality as we can get. We would like to put in a large greenhouse, but to do that we will need several years when business doesn’t slow down and completely disappear starting the second week of November till May. So no guests lately. I have tried marking the prices way down… I try it every year it doesn’t help. All winter we are always empty. And I can not wrap my brain around why…. It makes it hard to put money into upgrades like greenhouse we could really use to enhance both our quality of service as well as our quality of life and independence.
Shopping for decking the halls has been hard this year. For some reason we drove around all day trying to obtain a Christmas tree. Not because there weren’t any! There were plenty! We are just super picky. We like certain kinds of trees and insist upon those. It was tougher than usual because trees weren’t labeled. And the prices were absolutely ludicrous. Many places advertising online that they had varieties they didn’t actually carry this year. So it was frustrating. One place we went in Stowe, was so noisy I nearly lost my lunch, seriously I love Christmas music but hearing yourself think while you select from the most over priced single variety of trees, (though more than 4 varieties were advertised,) is unpleasant. Our usual place, had nothing labeled and little stock was out yet. So we took the long drive to Wilson’s… And true to history they did not fail us.
Usually the most horrifyingly expensive, this year they were shockingly the cheapest for a tree! I couldn’t believe it! And they had loads of Christmas swags wreaths and other decorations. I nearly cried I was so happy to see it all.
Things were marked, and there were actually employees present to help you find what you were looking for. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We selected a beautiful blue spruce. We are so very grateful for the help of the wonderful employee who was so incredible to work with after a long day of frustration. Quite the reminder in all this why this is my favorite place to buy stuff from. Garden things, holiday things, food, etc…
I was surrounded by fun decorations and Christmas cheer.
The ginger bread selection was a beautiful thing to see. Every year I go nutz for the season hoping and planning to create something beautiful here at the B&B…. For the guests who then don’t materialize… Leaving me to eat the gingerbread house by myself. Gingerbread houses are a tradition since I was little. As a little girl, my grandmother would get one and use it as a decoration object at Thanksgiving, later cutting it into quarters for Christmas. One quarter for each of her grand kids… But with no guests coming to the B&B in the winter, I get a whole one all to myself! I don’t have to share with anyone. I am never able to finish it. I do try to each year.
I purchased several wreathes and swags, to bring home to create something magical and festive for the guests that desert me every winter. I enjoy the festiveness, with or without the guests. You would think Christmas time in New England on a little country homestead would be popular… And most of the year we do quite well. it is just the winter… I guess the romance of New England Christmas time is no longer of as much value to people as it once was…. Perhaps the convenience of Christmas in the city is the just the current vogue. People really have no idea what they are missing. It doesn’t get better than a little country farm and the white pristine, the warmth of the wood stove and hot spiced cider… The old fashioned warmth and cheer of a bygone age time forgot in favor of convenience and city noise.
Later on this week I may make popcorn balls. I am perpetually baking for the guests that never materialize during the winter months… Creating magic is my happy place. I love to do it. It is just somehow empty during the winter months all alone out here with everything set up to be enchanting for the season… No one sees it. No one experiences it. And so it eventually gets put away for next year when once again I try again. As I said last month, hope is a choice. Every year I hope things will change as far as our chronic winter emptiness goes. This year is no different.
With all the effort I put in, it would mean the world to me this year to write a new story for this tiny little New Enlgand B&B… But you all, will have to finish it for me. So here goes…
Once upon a time…. In the far away land of New England, lived some self sufficiency homesteaders,They worked hard, in their gardens, caring for their animals, and managing their small farm year round. In addition they ran a tiny little B&B… Every day, the homestead wife, would get up, feed the animals, crunch through the forest snow to do the foraging. She cleaned the house, and baked the bread, and decorate for the holidays creating brightness and cheer, casting a spell of happiness through out the house. Each year when the winter gloom was at it’s peak and the weather would grow cold, The young wife would bundle up to go out with her dogs to feed the chickens… Each year, she would say to the wind that blows through the leafless tree branches of the woods nearby to her path to the chicken coop, “Oh how I long for guests to enjoy all the magic I make here…” The wind would blow up suddenly, mocking her loneliness and that of the lovely little country farm B&B at her back. But each year, she went out and she made her wish, to the emptiness and the forest all the same, for seven long and lonely winters….. Then one day………. This is where you get to finish the story. How do you think the story should end? It is up to you now.
Thank you for reading
Amanda of Wildflower Farm