
A day of passing clouds. The pigeons watch from various vantage points.

In an almost forgotten corner a grape hyacinth begins to show its colour

And scraps find a new home.

A day of passing clouds. The pigeons watch from various vantage points.

In an almost forgotten corner a grape hyacinth begins to show its colour

And scraps find a new home.

As the year progresses the sun will rise further and further to the left.

The blue sky belies the chill – but it is still March!

Another quick finish this morning

It’s a blanket for a baby expected in March. The table was too wet – so a bush took its place as a prop!
High winds and occasional showers lashing against the windows.

A quick photo shoot before the rain. Another finished piece.

More colour appearing in the garden.

Hyacinths always remind me of my mother.

Before breakfast I had a call from a friend.

… and the promise of an unexpected delivery
Who needs more yarn?
Well, probably not me, but it’s apparently a bargain.

Saw a few neighbours – ‘SAW’ being the operative word!
Hailstones fell thick and fast – best to stay inside.

But by sunset it was as though all was ‘forgiven’.