As the 1958 number 3 in the pop charts song went, and happily still goes today:
‘When it's Spring again I'll bring again Tulips from Amsterdam With a heart that’s true I'll give to you Tulips from Amsterdam I can't wait until the day you fill These eager arms of mine Like the windmill keeps on turning That's how my heart keeps on yearning For the day I know we can share these Tulips from Amsterdam.’
It’s Saturday morning. Comfy clothes. Late breakfast of raisin pastries for sustenance before a hard afternoon with a ball of wool.
Spring – time to think about harvesting something you planted last year that’s been looking after itself all Winter. The spring onion for example. White Lisbon are my favourite. We have them growing in an old pot sink and the green and white look stylish together. No reason to drop your standards just because it…
We are blessed with some version of a blue sky all year. My Winter wreath section has streaks of a cloudy, rainy sky but with the promise of some crisp winter sun. A reminder of what we’ve had and what will be.
In the black furrow of a field I saw an old witch-hare this night; And she cocked a lissome ear, And she eyed the moon so bright, And she nibbled of the green; And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,” Away like a ghostie o’er the field She fled, and left the moonlight there. Walter De La…
That’s certainly true of me when I’m busy hand making things. I find it equally lovely to sit all cosy with the fire on, listening to the sound of the rain on the windows, or outside in the fresh air with the sun shining. What sunny days we’ve had this summer and autumn too, although…
The Auricula Theatre became the in thing in the Victorian era. A good friend of mine made me one. Not quite as elaborate as this one but I love it all the same.
