The Kalettes are flowering and make a pretty vase-full. They taste good too if caught before the flowers open so that they are like Purple Sprouting Broccoli.
I spotted this delightful door knocker in Penryn the other day after leaving the optician.
I love this poem. It sums up my blog for me – ordinary things being just perfect.
What happiness looks like by Marge Piercy
Some things are ordinary but perfect: drinking coffee on summer mornings with you as the cats laze about, fed, on you or on me or curled together in the bay window on a sunny pillow. Outside the weeping beech stirs in the wind, leaves hanging down like just washed long tresses. We talk softly of the pending day. This is all I would need of heaven that I don’t believe in, but this I believe.