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Pots, Candle and Reflection

 
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Posted by on January 5, 2023 in Postaday2022

 

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Translucence, Baby Peppers and A Bee

Our beautiful Narcissi, brought to us by a lovely friend, are dying but in such a lovely way – the white petals are becoming translucent so that the orange cup behind can be seen.

Narcissi

I bought some baby peppers for a meal this week and they look fabulous in the blue of a Jane Hamlyn bowl.

Bowl of baby peppers

There have been several bees around today. The Muscari seem to be very popular.

Bee on the Muscari

 

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Live Quietly, Daffodils and An Artefact

1   Some good advice here – a philosophy that I heartily believe in. Thank you, Robert for the photo.

Live quietly in the moment

Live quietly in the moment

2   I love the delicacy of these very pale daffodils.

Pale daffodils in a Jane Hamlyn salt-glaze jug

Pale daffodils in a Jane Hamlyn salt-glaze jug

3  This artefact was dug up in our garden when I was a child but we have never known what it was. Any ideas? It is about 4″ high, made of metal and quite heavy for its size.

What do you think this could be?

What do you think this could be?

I have written a diary recounting my recovery from my Total Hip Replacement. You can read it here or go to the horizontal menu at the top of any page.

 

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Shadows, Tulips and Little Gems

1 I love how the low winter sun lights up items on our dresser in the kitchen. Here the beautiful curly handle on the Jane Hamlyn salt glazed mug is highlighted and so is the rich blue of the long spout jug.

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2. Our friends yesterday brought some lovely tulips in purple, white and green, the Suffragette colours and the low sun lit up some of the blooms this morning.

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3. A delightful little present arrived from America today, a tiny pair of scissors, less than two inches long and perfect for keeping handy for my crafty projects.

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Posted by on January 20, 2015 in Beauty, photography, Postaday 2015

 

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Toast Racks, Lavender and Foxgloves

1   I found a pretty little toast rack at the car-boot sale this morning to add to my small collection. The white one was my Granny’s, the blue one was made by one of my favourite potters, Jane Hamlyn, the small cream one with the flowers once belonged to my very good friend, Kath, who is the inspiration behind this blog and the new one is the one with the red line all around.

Toast racks

Toast racks

2   We called in at a garden centre on our way home and the scent of massed Lavender was just lovely. If only we could have so many plants in the garden!

Lavender

Lavender

3  There are several self-seeded foxgloves on our Cornish hedge at the back and they are magnificent, towering above everything else.

Foxgloves on the top of our wall

Foxgloves on the top of our wall

 

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Well-being, Jewel Cookies and La Fete du Muguet

Well-being, Jewel Cookies and La Fete du Muguet

1  This morning I woke up feeling well! It has been a horrid few days feeling the effects of all the vaccines we’ve had for our trip to Senegal, so M.Eish – no energy, cotton-wool brain, muscle pains and general malaise -so quite scary. I’ve had my share of that so it was wonderful to wake up feeling good!

2   I’ve baked some Jewel Cookies.    I found the recipe on a delightful blog by Go Bake Yourself which sent me back to http://www.ilovemilkandcookies.blogspot.co.uk/ for the original recipe called Lemon and Polenta Cookies. They’ve gone down very well with Mr S and Lucy.

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3  I’ve planted some Lily-of-the-valley for my beautiful friend Kath who died last year.  It is a tradition in France  to offer a sprig of lily-of-the-valley (“muguet” in French) to loved ones on the 1st of May which is a Public Holiday in France, officially known as La Fête du Travail (National Labour Day) but also called La Fête du Muguet (Lily of the Valley Day).

Kath and Charlie loved France, had a home in Meyssac in the South and not a year went by when she either gave me a card depicting the flowers or a homegrown bunch, on one occasion bringing them all the way on the train from Yorkshire when we met up in London for a few precious hours.  Now Kath has her own special place in my garden as well as, always, in my heart.

 
 

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