It's that time of year again! The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is behind us, and the season of frosty mornings and cosy evenings has arrived. And with that, it appears that some sort of festive trimmings are in order.

I don't have a lot of room for such things, so what room I have has to be made the most of. To this end, I have possibly the tiniest little Christmas tree I've ever seen! It's a real tree, and apparently it can grow up to a whopping 3 feet over a 10 year period. At the moment, it's a mere 10" tall so sits quite nicely amongst my other token attempts at greenery.

I've dressed it up with a bit of ribbon and a paper chain. The paper chain was, of course, made by yours truly. It was a tad fiddly, and the fiddliness of that made me realise that making baubles for the thing out of beads was perhaps too much for my fat fingers.

Incidentally, the penguin was a gift from my mother. He certainly brightens the place up a bit!