As we got out the Christmas bauble box earlier this week I wondered how my husband would rise to the challenge. I have been leaving the decorations to him for some time...
During our married life we have decorated small artificial trees, larger artificial trees with unnatural branches (from the charity shop), small conifers that ended up finding a home with friends in Greater Manchester; and finally two potted Christmas trees passed on by V, both now defunct exemplifying her oft-repeated phrase 'I kill houseplants'.
Our indoor houseplants are generally in good health. We have a Strelitzia from my family and two Sansevieria that came from a teaching assignment in North London. Room is more limited in our front room since we acquired our two charity shop two-seater sofas so we had to confine ourselves to the houseplants and the coffee table
All it needed was a wigwam-like framework of last season's coppiced hazel sticks from the glade, and the requisite shiny ribbon and baubles. It took my husband most of Tuesday morning whilst I was out knitting and nattering.
I am proud of our sustainable, low-cost and festive houseplants and am trying to persuade my husband to post a picture on his social media. We have even encouraged a friend in the US, living in a 'condo' with strict regulations to enliven her Ficus or ornamental fig. This Advent season, begin with what is to hand.
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