We have no eggs but I do love the shadows cast by the light through the holes in the egg rack as it awaits refill. The beautiful glass chicken looks somewhat bereft.
Good words from Maya Angelou, as always..
I had to miss choir tonight as I have sneezy sniffles and don’t want to share them. Missed the session. 😦
Friends have made their tree from offcuts of beautiful wood and allowed me to take a photo. 
Today I have made the beautiful mixture for brining the turkey tomorrow.
Listening to the radio while I am writing this, I have just heard some words from e e cummings, a writer whose poetry I love but words that were both new to me and the philosophy the pair of us live by. We waste no days!
Our Dearest friend, Kath, for whom this blog is written and who died far too early, had, with her husband, a house in Meysaac, France. Following the rather lovely French tradition, explained below, she used to give me a little bunch of Lily of the Valley each year on May 1st or, if we weren’t together, she would send a card. In her memory, several years ago, I Â planted Lily of the Valley in the wall garden at the back. This is the first year they have produced more than a few blooms.
Lily of the Valley
According to French tradition, give those you love a little bouquet of Lily-of-the-Valley (Muguet), to wish them happiness and good luck in celebration of the arrival of spring because on May 1st, 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley (or Muguets in French) as a lucky charm, and thereafter decided to offer one each year to the ladies of the court.  Dear Readers, please accept this little flower in the spirit of La Fête du Muguet.
Action for Happiness have issued their calendar for May. Here, I share it with you. 
Winnie the Pooh always gets it right!
Pooh’s wisdom
As I was driving to buy some more special boxes suitable for posting my glass pieces, I heard a quotation from Samuel Beckett which touched me deeply. Â One of the loveliest things about having Grandchildren is that moment when you are walking along together and a little hand slips into yours. Even the ten year old still does this and I just love it!
“The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held.” Samuel Beckett  Worstward Ho
I called in for our favourite bread today and the lovely lady who looks after us has had her nails painted for Easter. They look just like little sparkly Easter eggs and I asked if I could take a photo which amused her greatly.
J’s beautiful nails
I had a message today asking me to re-stock my space in The Craft Collective as two more pieces have sold, much to my delight. It was very pleasing too to see one of my pieces in the window.
A bit skew wiff but lovely to see just the same.
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