There is a mass of laundry after a family visit and today I got round to the children’s duvet covers which smell of of the Little Live-wires – so lovely and heart touching.
There are some beautiful Crocus buds in the garden though most are suffering with the wind and the rain. I love how the raindrops are clinging to the sides.
A friend showed me this sculpture the other day. It is by Frances Bruno Catalano and I find it incredibly moving. It is on the waterfront in Marseilles and symbolises the vacuum created by being forced to leave your land, your life, your people… for any reason.