Unfortunately I forgot to take my camera with me last night so the above of Lady Magnon, from a previous year, will have to suffice.
It was a damp chilly old night, but we went a-Wassailing regardless.
This year's chosen tree was the Jonagold, up in the orchard by the barn.
Her roots were anointed with Cider, her trunk and branches given a good beating, and Cider-dipped toast hung-up for the benefit of the Tree Spirits.
Ye olde poeme was recited (by me), then we all returned home for more hot Cider and Mince Pies.
Wassail the trees that they may bare
you many a Plum and Pear.
For more or less fruits they will bring
as you do give them Wassailing.
Twelfth Night is a busy time. Not only did we go Wassailing, but all the season's decorations came down and were packed away in boxes until next needed. The tree was taken off to the bonfire where it will later be burned. In fact tonight (last night) things are very much 'back to normal'. The house suddenly feels very bare!