Life at № 42
Today is winter solstice, the year’s shortest day. “The solstice is usually on 21 December, but comes a day later this year for the same reason we have leap years – the Earth’s orbit takes 365.5 days, so each year the solstice is pushed back by another six hours.”
It might be short, but it’s certainly been bright. The camellias have chosen today to come out in force and have added a welcomed burst of colour to the garden. In related news, ages ago I bought a pin at an antiques market that was designed to take fresh flowers- I’d never tried it before now, and it works perfectly with camellias. I think I’m going to make that a thing. A fresh camellia on my lapel when I wear a jacket.
Inspired by the sunny day I ordered more plants. Twenty erica x darleyensis in red. They’ll make a great winter border.
We were told by the host of the New Year’s party we’re going to that as the guest list is quite international (Australian, British, American & Italian) she decided to ask everyone to bring something from “their culture” to put on a “special table.”
As the party is in France and I’m French, I’m considering just buying a block of foie-gras and saying there you go, welcome to France, have a cracker with it. But instead I might go the Spanish route and make gambas pil-pil. It’s sort of funny because I don’t have family recipes of any culture. The last thing anyone in my family would have ever done would have been to go inside a kitchen to make something. Cooking was sort of looked down on- especially for a boy.