I’m never sure what these are, but they always look pretty at the end of the garden! I notice each year I photograph them that they’re never sharply in focus. I think they move deliberately, but I still think they’re pretty.
Nearly there. I’m still not sure what colour(s) they’ll be…
A food parcel sent as I had to cancel dinner plans yesterday. (I reasoned that sharing is fine; apart from when it’s nasty coldy germs.)
Coq au vin underneath, it will be yummy.
Lemon pudding with lemon sauce, and raspberries. Mmmm. Wonder if it’s ok to have for breakfast? Energy boost?
Earlyish morning meditation. I should have kept a note of the interesting blog I found on how to turn crochet into a mindful, meditative, activity. If I find it again I’ll share the link.
Oooh! These are my get-well-Rachell presents to myself, only ordered on Saturday.
I feel the need to say I don’t usually read chick-lit, but I’ve discovered JC and this is
the third the fourth of hers I’ve read this year. They are so well written, entertaining and make me laugh out loud.
This Colgan book has obviously been through a few pairs of hands! I’ll google that hospice charity shop to see where it’s come from.
Happy Spring to you.
Now I’m off to do some proper work before the programme leader at Uni cuts my fingers off one by one. If that should occur please send me bars of ready broken-up chocolate. (Any sort apart from Galaxy.) Thanks very much. :-D