Musings - Bank Holiday Sun...

The sun shone this Bank Holiday weekend.


To some that might seem like an ordinary thing, to have the clouds part and the blue of cornflowers light the sky with optimism.

I come from Yorkshire, this is akin to a mini miracle. And I mention optimism with a ring of truth to it because it does make you feel hopeful. There is nothing like the warmth of the Orb beating down, warming the silk of your hair and the once defeated arch of your spine… there is nothing like that jolt of vitamin on the breeze to make you feel you can reconquer the world.

Or the garden.

Which is what we did… realising three hours later that weeds were in fact our only flora. Garden looking a bit bare, Love?

Oh well at least it’s a great deal tidier. :) xx

Photo - In an English country garden...

The one day of summer we got. :) xx

Snippet - Help me out here...

Can you read this sign?
I'm serious, can you read it?
If you can read it, do you know what it is asking?



Because NO one who enters our garden can!

Why is it that Royal Mail can employ post persons who can read the addresses quite easily on the envelopes that they are posting but draw a blank at these four little words?

Or are they just ignorant pure and simple?!

It is even a polite sign... it says please... tut!

Oooooh I haven't had a rant in ages, I enjoyed that.

But still... FOOLS!

 :) xx 

Photo - Chillin'...

Rohan chillin' in the garden. Moving between the patches of sun and shade.

:) xx

Photo - Daisies through the flowers.

This isn't a great picture, inspiring, enticing in any way... but something about the daisies peeping through the iron decoration of my Mother's garden bench caught my attention.

I, even if no one else does, think its a lovely view. x

Photo - Blue Flowers

If only these flowers were really this color. :)

Photo - Heather In My Garden

A lovely bush of Heather in my garden - the pink is a shock amongst all the old stone.