Perfect gardening weather this morning so we’ve spent time planting and clearing up, lots more still to do – photos on Saturday.
Oh, yes! I will be singing tomorrow morning – what joy.
I love white flowers in the garden. They lift dark corners and sometimes even catch the light of the moon.
And a poem for you, White Flowers by Mary Oliver whose work I always find interesting.
if you want a peek over other people’s garden walls then please pop over to our host, Jim from Garden Ruminations where you find links to many more wonderful garden enthusiasts from all over the world.
What a glorious leaf we saw on our walk round the block this damp afternoon.
I am teaching myself to crochet hearts. I am hoping to make heart key rings for Hearts Together, the Hospital Hotel who looked after me so well last month. They’ve put out a call for these little hearts to help raise money for the charity. I can crochet squares but following a pattern is a bit more of a challenge.
Any poem by Mary Oliver pleases me and this is no exception. I especially love the way she imagines how the trees might be feeling at this time of year and the description of the wind ‘pumping its bellows.’
Message for Beth in the comments.
It’s International Apostrophe Day today and I wrote to the Guardian about apostrophe use in our small town. My letter (edited by them!) was published. . 


A misty morning and a yacht moored beside the car park
Yesterday, a poem by Mary Oliver was quoted during Ti’s celebration. I didn’t know it but today I found it. 
I’ve just been replying to all the lovely comments left about Ti and was reminded of her joining in with knitting her metre of the Peace Scarf for Wool Against Weapons. 
I loved this washing line outside the nursery that we passed on Thursday, Santa costumes and fairy outfits – just delightful.
We were in Falmouth last night for the funniest show of Christmas, Christmas. Time. by Near-Ta Theatre and the street lights were lovely.
We love our visits to our Dear friend Ti and sharing poems with her. This was one of the ones we all enjoyed today, by Mary Oliver.