It's not the taste, it is the smell, the feeling it creates when baking in the right mood happens without time pressure and expectations. It's never the same in the other seasons, it's only at Christmas... :)
In between the snow days we had some misty, wet days where everything was bathed in the most wonderful green tones. The lichens on the branches were glowing and nature was soaking up gratefully the rain after that exceptional dry year.
Dear Sasja, whom I got to know over Instagram made me this lovely dusty pink bonnet. I truly love it! It's so soft and comfortable to wear! Go, check out her instagram site here + here! She makes beautiful stuff and is such a kind person!
Do you know medlars? They ripen after the first frosts and taste very unique and for people who try them first-time they might need a little to get used to the taste, but I really like them and think of having my own tree in the garden sometime.
On one of my walks I spotted a bird nest which was filled to the top with rose hips. It was hard to get a decent picture, because the nest was surrounded by thorny branches, but I really had to take one. The thought of the bird collecting all those rose hips to stuff his nest amused me somehow :)