Red, Green, Gold, Black, and Whiteness – Christmas Colours? Seasonal Shearing, Silk Snipping and Seamstressing; Knockout

We’d had the expected call earlier in the week, so everything was organised for the Saturday. A necessary advent calendar event, impinging on the usual pre-Christmas rush, such as exists even in these rural parts.

Doors opened and closed.sdim0638-2

A clean indoor hurdled pen was set up, fresh hay strewn, and as light was failing half the flock were walked along the green lane.

Individually marching the 3 horned lambs, straddled, or saddled, behind the house and into the pen was a potential worry, but they were all extremely calm, and settled quickly in their little indoor group.

But not the wiser, older heads. Perhaps they’d read the recent skies better than us. Red skies in the morning. Monday’s stunner was indeed a day too late.sdim0592-2

All were indeed typically quiet and calm throughout the process, until each lamb left the harem. Baleful bleats then rang in our ears each time, as fool, or fools, a hunched threesome, slowly moved towards the green cart shed doors.sdim0582a-2

So there was a palpable lightening of mood within 12 hours, on the sunny, frosty Sunday morning as we headed off to Aberglasney’s excellent Christmas fair.

Mince pies and mulled wine.

Gifts were found. Excellent locally roasted coffee frothed by those cheery Coaltown boys from Ammanford, and prize winning local honey bought. Back home, and before lunch the bigger fool nipped down to the wet meadows to check the other half of our small flock. Older ewes and ewe lambs.

One short. No sounds.sdim0705-2

I recount.s1000014-2

One ewe lamb short, and no sounds.sdim0717-2

A sense of foreboding churns in the fool’s stomach. Not simple hunger pangs.s1000002-2

Having worked at areas of weak fencing recently, I wasn’t convinced that she had escaped. Might she have got tangled in brambles? A quick check through the wood on the far side of the stream found no trace. A quick glance over the still frozen pond gave no clues. Why no noise?s1000004-2

The remaining lambs and ewes were all grazing, calmly.

A Christmas flock, angelic in their serenity. Why wasn’t there more commotion? A single sheep quickly becomes very agitated. And noisy, and often elicits a flock response.

Did they already know?sdim0701-2

Returning to enlist Fiona’s help, and having checked we could scout through our neighbour’s wooded marshy areas and having alerted them to our missing lamb and fears, we went back down the hill for another look.s1000015-2

Fiona found her, hidden behind rushes, not drowned, but three quarters submerged. Head and shoulders woolly dry, but stiff. Obviously she’d wandered onto thinning ice, which had given way, and once burdened with a saturated fleece, found it impossible to struggle out. Fiona had her hauled out and onto dry land before I got there, but she had been dead for a while.

So,with her carted back up the hill in the earth scoop, we headed over the mountain, tailing the Westward hurtling black starling flocks, between the cropped fawn olive fields and spruce shelter belts which ring the incinerator set in a hidden cwm.

Past the row of 5 stiff foxes, stretched out to attention. How did those get there?12050160a-2

And into unfamiliar territory. A concrete yard, and behind unmanned heavy metal doors, forms to fill in, and the then very familiar stench of death, stretching back decades for me to trips to the Wellington knacker’s yard and pits of rotting carcasses, filled with dyed squirming fat maggots for the angling trade.

If vanilla plain doesn’t tickle your chub, how about pretty pink, or flashy yellow?

Too gruesome a scene for our half sleeping, half sodden lamb. But this had to be her final resting place, between a smelly bloated bullock and stiff rams. Legislation dictates.

Better as things used to be. Hidden on a hillside, picked clean within 24 hours by eager beaks, and teeth…12060034a-2

12110049-2a-2Nature’s way with fallen fools.12110050-2a-2

Efficient ecology. Molecular recycling.12110051-2a-2a

Home past dusk’s fleeting murmurations as the light dipped behind the Preselis, and Robert’s witch flowers unpeeled.sdim0711-2

And for those interested in the literary handle for this piece, by this fop, or fool…

Alexander Pope’s Essay on Criticism (1709):

“No place so sacred from such fops is barr’d … Nay, fly to altars; there they’ll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

Or click here for Ted Hughes’ take on crow.

On a lighter note…

Following on from my endorsement of Jakoti hand shears in previous post, and still being up for outdoor gardening work, I’ve discovered that they’re just as brilliant at light work pruning, up to about 7mm stem thicknesses. sdim0676-2So perfect for working our hollies into mushroom forms. Why? I hear you cry at the screen. Why not leave them alone!sdim0649-2

Well as with most unplanned things in our unplanned garden, we had a holly binge years ago, buying lots of small plants from the excellent, and local,  Welsh Holly centre. Click here for more. sdim0641-2Planted in various areas of our then pretty undeveloped garden, for several years they grew slowly, as hollies do. Some were moved within the garden as design ideas changed, but gradually as is the way with trees, root systems developed, and annual growth accelerated.sdim0648-2 In most cases they have been planted far too close to other trees or shrubs which have an even greater potential size, so I decided to start pruning them, in  a fairly random way, just to limit size.s1090122-2

Two years ago we’d visited Tyntesfield House, where we’d seen hollies shaped into roughly mushroomed forms. Click here for more. This had given me a nudge into trying to shape ours this way. I could of course claim that it was all a long thought out plan, but in truth it wasn’t, though having sculpted several wooden mushrooms around the garden, having a few living forms seems entirely in keeping. sdim0692-2However unlike wielding a chainsaw, regularly shaping a living tree takes much more patience, and there will be at least years when, frankly, a potential eventual mushroom is very definitely only in the eye of the enlightened beholder.

However, progress is now being made, and the Jakotis are brilliant for at least 2 reasons. Firstly they are operated one handed, so are capable of subtler touches than with my old pair of two handled shears, but also require much less effort, so the whole process does indeed become more contemplative. It’s easier to step back and assess progress, and also seems easier to collect at least some of the clippings, either into a hand held tub, or large tray placed on the ground, which saves a bit of effort and time clearing up later.sdim0673-2

It’s maybe a little early to be doing such work, but with snowdrops emerging everywhere just now, it saves trashing these later on.sdim0652-2

This work has also given me a great chance to appreciate the subtle variations of many of the holly leaves, which inevitably with time become a little smaller as pruning continues to produce multiple peripheral growing tips.sdim0645-2 The downside to all this, of course, is that berries are few and far between, but gold and ivory trimmings give a real visual boost almost anywhere in the garden right now. sdim0690-2Certainly for winter garden interest, if you can bear the multiple year wait for real progress, hollies are great winter garden subjects.sdim0546-2 And think of what you can do with all the trimmings!

In my case this year, given the fairly mild weather, I’m trying a few cuttings alongside water bottles in the big bag bottle bank, where I’m hoping that the already emerging daffodil foliage will give a little shade early next year. And if all fail, most garden visitors will be none the wiser!sdim0708-2

Many weeks after sending the designs and placing the order, a brown UPS van sped up the track at dusk to be greeted by a now mud spattered, rain drenched, beanied labourer. Safely inside the house the black plastic cocoons were carefully slit open and 140 metres of pristine multicoloured crepe de chine, revealed. Our latest batch of silk had arrived, and always the first job is to check for quality issues – not as easy as it seems, since the 5 rolls, 1.4 metres wide, need rolling from one cardboard tube onto another. Still at least there was no pressure to make any up, until I rashly commented that maybe we should work on the new designs first, and never knew when out biggest retailer might want to reorder.

Literally 20 seconds later, and the phone rang.s1000026a-2

Jane from Etcetera in St. David’s has sold lots this year, and wanted some more. Preferably within 48 hours for final Christmas purchases! Normally the sole domain of Fiona, I felt that with such an urgent task, I should volunteer my newly honed deftness with shears, so indeed my task was the first one, of cutting each scarf individually along a 1 mm thin white line, with her quality dressmakers scissors…quite scary since each line is 1.5 metres long, and an offline waver slip up would wreck two scarves. s1000029a-2Still, as with the holly leaves, a great way of experiencing what they are like close up! Coincidentally this was the first time our printers sent us a sample of all the current designs, to check for colour matching – a real issue with such a product, since machinery, and inks are constantly changing. Even a minor change can easily alter the aesthetics of what had taken us hours to perfect.

Spread out on our bed, it was really satisfying to see how what had started as one of my ideas to add on to a moth image exhibition has gradually developed into a vibrant, unique, and colourful design range, over many years. We still find it just as exciting as the first time we made a sale, when we hear that other complete strangers seem to enjoy them as well!s1000041-3

Next in the making process is Fiona’s careful edge seaming, then label punching, stamping and hand writing each label (far too critical for my illegible writing to pass muster), thread tying and label attaching by which time the scarves are ready for sale. With Christmas post delays another trip down to St. David’s was necessary, just 2 days after the silk arrived. For any readers interested in what the designs are like, do have a look at our separate webpage, though this doesn’t yet include decent photos of the latest new designs, which will require a suitable weather window to photograph, though our new tulip, and cobweb designs both feature here, under poor flash conditions.s1000035a-2

Finally this post is illustrated with several images captured by a recently acquired Bushnell Trail camera, which has already given me a lot of insight into the goings on in our meadows, when we’re not around to disturb the native wildlife.

This was all prepared, and ready to go, but before I could fit in the images, a lurgy struck a knock out blow. Rapidly realising the aching joints, sore throat and cough, heralded worse to come, for 4 days I physically could do little else than lay spreadeagled on the bed. Even having the radio on was too much intrusion. It was more comfortable with eyes closed. The constant headache created a novel sense of consciousness divorced from normal brain activity – what was going on up there? Gulliver very ably held down by viral Lilliputians battling it out with home grown phagocytic fighters with tankfuls of novel chemicals sloshing around no doubt.

Any form of controlled thought proved impossible.

Keyboards of any kind were a no no.

Thankfully things are now on the mend, though last night’s sheet drenching sweats were a little unnerving, not to mention (and I hope of a temporary nature) apparently virtual reality style dream/doze sequences, with vibrant colour tinted monochrome clarity and full surround sound. If I’d wanted this, maybe the autumn’s mushrooms would have been an easier way in. As it was, to have a bat flying round my ears with wing beats was vivid enough to have me shouting out at 2 am this morning. Fortunately the hordes of wall climbing black centipedes or tadpoles didn’t seem quite as threatening. Poor Fiona who is following me 3 days later on this trip, was fortunately saved some of the full impact, having sensibly relocated to the guest bedroom. So I’m hoping that such apparent hyperaesthesia either is short lived, or if not, I can do some brain training to take me to more enjoyable places. (Anyone with any knowledge or experience of similar viral related hyperaesthesia, do feel free to share it)

Oh, and Whiteness? Nothing to do with frost, ice, snow or even snowdrops (for now!) The title of another Ted Hughes poem from his River collection.12050166-2a-2 (Thanks again to Mark to alerting me to this) You can’t hear Hughes reading it, but the text is available on line if you click here. ( I hope – otherwise google “Ted Hughes heron whiteness poem”!)12050170ab-2 I own the excellent book but wouldn’t want to copy it, but it is well worth reading, for its broken parasol imagery. How he saw this without frame freezing, I just don’t know…12050171a-212050172ab-2

Thanks for reading, and I wish anyone reading this before the 25th, a very Happy and peaceful Christmas. 

 

 

18 thoughts on “Red, Green, Gold, Black, and Whiteness – Christmas Colours? Seasonal Shearing, Silk Snipping and Seamstressing; Knockout

  1. Such gorgeous photos, and thoughtful prose. Sorry for your lamb but a reminder of the web of life and death that is especially vivid for gardener/farmer.

    I wish you both a joyous Yuletide! And may 2017 be better than our fears.

    • Hello Phyllis, and thank you. I always seem to end up with melancholic posts just before Christmas, but it is indeed an ever present inescapable theme up here. I heard an interesting piece yesterday about the Isle of Jura….never been there, but knew where it was vaguely – what I didn’t know ( being a literary ignoramus) was that after George Orwell had lost wife, mother and sister ( I think – though could have been daughter) in a 3 year period living in London, he left and found a farm/cottage on the extremity of Jura, where he spent the last very few years of his life, shooting rabbits, subsistence farming, cutting peat for fuel, fishing for food, etc. He’d ride his motorbike along a dirt track every once in a while to reach the sole source of provision on the island, which is apparently the size of the Isle of Wight. In the end, he was happy there, and it led to him writing 1984….before the conditions got him, and then TB saw him off aged 48. The programme tried to make the point that he needed to be in this sort of brutal existence/environment to be able to write as he did in possibly his greatest novel. Never having written creatively before since school, there is no question that the annual big life cycle themes provide constant material…
      Anyway, warmest wishes to you in (?)Canada, for your celebrations and as Fiona’s father often used to say with his droll sense of humour (re 2017) ” Things are never so bad, they couldn’t be a hell of a lot worse!”
      Best wishes
      Julian and Fiona

  2. Gosh you’ve managed to pull out all my emotions ..sadness for the lamb, happy that you enjoyed the Winter Fair- it was lovely to see you there , love the holly, scared that you might cut that beautifully patterned silk incorrectly and mad that you have been poorly! Hope you are fully recovered now and everything settled down. It takes me ages to read your wonderful blog and the links that you thoughtfully provide. Hope you feel 100% for Christmas festivities and all the best to you and Fiona for 2017.

    • Thank You Marianne . yes lovely to meet over the minkies…shame about what was happening whilst we were away though…
      Anyway hope you have a great time, best wishes to Jim, and look forward to reading about more of your travels in 2017.
      Sadly F is still way off 100%, the worst joint episode we’ve ever managed, so currently looks like most of our plans will have to be rescheduled. Never mind, lots to think and plan about for the months ahead!
      Best wishes
      Julian and Fiona

  3. On Tue, 20 Dec 2016 at 16:31, thegardenimpressionists wrote:

    Dear Julian and Fiona

    This is always wonderful. Thank you.

    No card this year for 2 reasons…I have LOST yr address ( pl,let me have it again) and also Andrews father died on Monday so things have rather ground to a halt here. It had been a long journey and so really it is a release and a relief.

    Instead of card, have you seen this?

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-38389374

    HAPPY Christmas and love

    Lou and Andrew x

    thegardenimpressionists – Julian and Fiona Wormald posted: “We’d had the expected call earlier in the week, so everything was organised for the Saturday. A necessary advent calendar event, impinging on the usual pre-Christmas rush, such as exists even in these rural parts.

    Doors opened and closed.

    A clean in”

    • Dear Louise, Lovely to hear from you, and so very sorry to hear about Andrew’s father, and quite understand how this will have been all consuming. Do pass on our sympathy to Andrew. Our address is anyway on the homepage of the website, (RHS as you scroll down) postcode SA19 7PY.
      Your link is so popular, the site has crashed now! But how lovely, and brings back memory of those CD’s we made for the big party! But what a special thrill for the girl – I’m sure LC will be smiling,
      Love and best wishes to you both and Happy Christmas and a peaceful New Year,
      Julian and Fiona

  4. Dear both, enjoyed your post immensely, as always, fantastic photography yet again. Thanks to your recommendation I think I may be having a pair of shears for Christmas, childishly excited!!

    I do hope both of you are now feeling better and will be able to enjoy Christmas and looking forward to an opportunity to visit you next spring

    Season’s greetings and best wishes

    Jan (Kidwelly)

    • Hello Jan,
      Thanks so much for the comment. We’re both improving, but fear well made Christmas plans will need to be unravelled. At least no more mad bat dreams last night, but a bit of proper sleep would be appreciated.
      Anyway, I really hope you’ll like the shears…I’d say they’re my gardening find of the last few years- so well designed, and having just had an email from the owner of the UK importer, are indeed made by a small family Greek firm, so nice to know we’re all supporting their economy a bit too.
      Would be lovely to see you in the spring….the first snowdrops this year are looking really good, so I reckon they must like it here, once they’ve settled in – and do tell Jen, that her PYC ones she kindly gave us at Myddfai, are just starting to peek through….so some of the earliest Welsh ones that I have,
      We both send our best wishes for you to have a happy and peaceful Christmas,
      Julian and Fiona

      • I do hope that you are both fully recovered by now. I did have my shears for Christmas, (my daughter took the hint!) and I have used them today to cut the hellebore leaves. It was so much easier than the scissors or secateurs which I have previously used, and I found a tedious job quite therapeutic, managing to do far more in one go than I would usually. I also trimmed all of the epimediums while I was at it, last winter I left it a bit late and I think I managed to chop off most of the emerging flowers as well but these shears made light work of the job. Thank ŷou for the recommendation.
        Jen is calling tomorrow morning, she has set some mole traps in my lawn for me and it looks as if we might have caught the culprit, I am far too squeamish to look for myself! I don’t like killing a defenceless little animal but it seemed intent on ruining my whole lawn and the herbaceous border so something had to be done. I intend to invest in a sonic device which Jen has recommended so hopefully will not have to resort to such drastic measures again. I will tell her about the PYC snowdrops.
        Wishing you both a happy and healthy 2017 x

      • Thanks Jan for your comment, and I’m really pleased you like the shears – you couldn’t have put it better ….they make what was a tedious job quite a pleasure! Bad luck about the moles….fortunately they rarely cause big problems with our “lawns”, mainly because as you know, our “Lawns ” are really just green patches over shale, so there’s probably no digging scope for them. But there are loads appearing in all our meadows just now….I was thinking of writing something about moles sometime, but I’ll maybe do it on the meadows website. It would be interesting to hear if the sonic device works though…we wish both you and Jenny a very happy and healthy 2017 too,
        best wishes
        Julian and Fiona

  5. I hope you are fully recovered so that you can enjoy your Christmas. It was comforting that it is not only us who make mistakes in the garden by planting too closely. I like the idea of changing designs to accommodate the plants in another way. Amelia

  6. Sorry to hear about you poor little lamb …. and another instance where ‘progress’ seems so backward 😦
    A couple more days until Christmas so hopefully you’ll be feeling better by then!

    • Thanks Noeline,
      I’m a lot better, sadly Fiona’s still struggling a bit, sounds like we’ll all be in T shirts for Christmas day, though, it’s so mild again. Best wishes for 2017. I’m going to have to research cameras again soon…have beeen waiting for a replacement, but no orders since a Japanese quake in April, and no updates… Panasonic and other companies must have lost a heck of a lot of customers….
      Julian

  7. Hi Julian I wrote a long comment, then went off to look at your Scarf page, came back and my words are lost, in short, this is an interesting insight in to Fionas scarves. The virus sounds horrendous, I hope that’s long gone now. Best wishes, Julie

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