Wassailing among the leaves
Here we come
Here we go A-Wassailing…
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Among the leaves
…among the leaves so green…
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Wandering
And here we go a wandering…
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Fair
…So fair to be seen…
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Love and Joy
…Love and joy come to you…
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And to you
…And to you your Wassail too…
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Bless You
… God Bless you…
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New Year’s toast
…and send you a Happy New Year…
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Happy New Year
…And may God send you a Happy New Year!
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Tipsy, Arianell and Floradora have Wassailed the Orchard – toast has been hung in the branches of the Quince and Apple trees, they’ve been sung to, anointed in brown ale from a wooden Waes Hael bowl, and blessed!! Wake up trees! Happy New Year!
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The ability you have in carving your Hittys is amazing. The expressions you release on their faces when you carve them is precious and genuine. When I view your stories, I am convinced that your Hittys actually do have the spirit of their parent trees inside of them, intact and enjoying their new incarnation as Hittys.
God bless you too and all your loved ones.
Thank you so very much, we hope more Hittys will find themselves this year! We love the process of helping it to happen!
wonderful!! Greetings and good wishes to the Quimper Hittys and their human!!
Thanks đ we return good wishes to the Country Hittys too, and their gardens and orchards!
nice that the girls could take a garden break between the relentless rain. They are so lucky that their human knits such beautiful, warm sweaters. Happy New Year to all the Hittys and their humans.
It really has been relentless this year, hasnât it? We saw a glow in the garden and rushed out while the sun did emerge from the gloom (for a moment or two) I actually only knit the grey, purple and pink sweater – the green cardigan was a gift from a friend, and the grey hoodie is the prototype my oldest child knitted for the cat girlsâs! But they are lucky to have them!
How wonderful! We had a lovely Wassailing moment on Christmas day… when we were walking our little dog, we met up with old friends who were googling the words to the Wassailing Carol as they walked. I burst into song, and my husband joined me instantly, and the friends joined quickly and we had a lovely little socially distanced spontaneous moment of caroling! It was so sweet because people came out to smile and wave…. it was truly a delightful and unexpected lovely thing that made our isolation Christmas special! đ
It is a lovely Twelfth Night tradition…I love the idea of waking up the trees in winter to fete them and ask for a good harvest! What a jolly story about your caroling, thanks for sharing that!
Charming in every way.
Thanks very much, we live a charmed life I think!
The crop should be outstanding! I’m glad we didn’t have to see the “poor children a-wandering in the mire”; the Hittys look warm, well-fed and very contented with their work.
We hope it will be a good harvest, though our maiden Gravenstein tree just needs to strengthen itself this year…if it does blossom I will have to nip them in the bud! If you check the picture of Floradora âso fair to be seenâ you will see evidence of an accidental encounter with the mire…she and Tipsy needed a bath and all their clothes laundered after Wassailing this year!