It’s been more than a month since I stopped by. No, that’s not a confession. My day job had me travelling again. … More Pulling the chain….
Last time I really thought about it, we were heading towards July, and now it’s early September. It seems as though it was just the other day that I was lamenting the demise of summer, and basking in the balmy colours of early autumn. … More Tremendous Trees – III
The end of winter stirs all sorts of things, including Monster Cat. Why he is nosing around The Sandbag House and Magic Melon and Princess Pearli, only he knows. … More Pearli’s Pickles VIII
Last week I was delighted to see a post from a blog pal who had gone silent for a while. I had missed her posts: usually of teeny weeny creatures – magnificent shots. I had promised her, a long time ago, when we’d had a chat (on her blog or mine, I don’t remember) about one of her spiders, that I’d share my discovery that rain spiders have a “headlamp”. … More Spiders for Sofia
It’s been a busy month, and we had three feathered visitors around our house who had never before shown themselves. As a consequence of the busy-ness, creativity and kitchen inspiration have been somewhat lacking and meals easy and very, very simple. Simplicity in terms of ingredients and cooking. … More Of Fish and Feathered Fishers
A favourite childhood memory is having Granny read aloud to us. In addition to her reading to us, and knitting madly at the same time, my memories include her reciting Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussy-Cat. … More Owls and Pussycats
A year ago, I wrote of other milestones and a year later, this month or the week before last, to be precise, was one of celebration – of a different and more personal milestone. It culminated in a beautiful feast with friends from near and far. … More Too much of a good thing – almost!
Today is an auspicious day. The Husband celebrates his threescore and ten. A happy day. Another happy day, earlier this year was that leisurely trip to town, when I had the camera in hand. … More Stopping by the river
Late last year, courtesy of a business trip, we had occasion to visit one of our most favourite parts of the world. This series of pictures is of that spot, and around it – at the end of a wonderful, leisurely albeit overcast, chilly afternoon. We spent it watching and listening to the sea, enjoying a glass of wine. … More Small things (not actually)
My first conscious memory of knitting is one of my granny. This weekend, about 30 villagers collected on a sunny veranda at How Bazaar a local coffee and gift shop, to knit (or, in my case, crochet) scarves or squares that will be made into blankets for those who need them. … More Knitting – an unusually public affair