December

This just seems to mean Christmas. The nearer it gets, the colder and darker it is and the brighter the lights seem to become. The city is beautiful. Most people who have a garden have their beautiful decorated Christmas tree outside. A chosen real tree, draped with a few simple eccentricities of tradition, and magnificently lit up at night. It makes me want to shout with enthusiasm — why hadn’t I thought of that before? The ground is fairly bare. The odd carrot, cardoon and other few winter vegetables — like silverbeet and the faithful rosemary and sage. This time of year is compensated for by these ever-present produce, by their friends which were cultivated in the months before, and by tradition.