Christmas 2014
I am back at Verdmont! I am reminded what a beautiful house it is and what made me volunteer for the Bermuda National Trust in the first place.
In the entrance
This week it greeted me with the sight of Christmas. Decorations had magically appeared in every room.
Palmetto Angels
Thursday was quiet but not deserted, two visitors enjoyed their picnic lunch with a view across to the South Shore. The sun, less fierce now, warmed the grass and my shoulders as I read happily on the lawn.
Table setting
A neighbour walking her small dog and small granddaughter stopped to talk. The day moved gently with the lengthening shadows.
And I closed the shutters, darkened cedar-smelling rooms fell asleep. Three hundred years of Christmas.
Herald Angels Sing
It doesn’t have to be cold and snowing to be Christmas!
You always wrote poetically 🙂
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Thank you, some days it is easier than others to find the poetry in life!
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