It is November at Hazelnut House. The morning air is damp, and the leaves on the pear tree are already turning into the most beautiful shades. I am so looking forward to this cosy season! My anticipation for Advent could not be greater — because Christmas at Hazelnut House is simply magical.
The table in the large fireplace hall is already set. On brown wrapping paper, the handcrafted tools are neatly arranged: red garden shears, binding wire in various thicknesses, and straw rings as bases. The whole room is filled with the scent of fir bundles, a hint of eucalyptus, Mediterranean herbs, and the resin of pine cones. From the Hazelnut House forest, I have brought you some woven, gnarled twigs — and mistletoe from our old orchard. What a potpourri of Christmas aromas! And what a joy it is to work with these treasures from nature.
From outside, the laughter of arriving guests drifts in. “Welcome!” I hear myself calling — a favourite word of mine. The fire crackles in the sandstone fireplace, and together we enjoy warm scones with steaming tea. Afterwards, we begin our creations. The combination of different greens, flowers, cones, and even feathers transforms into the most wonderful Christmas wreaths under our hands. Each wreath becomes a unique, enchanting masterpiece.
