For the past couple of years, I have been ridiculously excited about decorating my house for Christmas; I have had a decorating scheme worked out from the first whiff of cold air in November. But this year? I’m just not feeling it yet.
However, when I spotted this strange-looking little plant on a market stall last weekend, a flicker of decorating possibilities entered my mind. And even Scrooge could probably bring himself to stick a plant in a pot.
My trip to South Carolina at Christmas may have forever tainted the traditional poinsettia plant for me (think oversized, bejewelled, knitted jumpers) but this berried beauty looks good to me. I even got out my box of Christmas trimmings (yes, I really do have one) in its wonky honour.