Colour…
Writing is a very black and white thing….
So one needs colour.
This cool, wet weekend, one of our liquid ambers has moved to the burning fire stage – three colours on the one tree. Green, yellow and garnet.
Or in my more fanciful state – chartreuse, young chardonnay and port…
Spent time sorting my thread box – such a therapeutic thing winding on threads and sorting into tones…
Also traced The French Mouse ready to embroider onto a cream baby’s blanket, one of my favourite things to embroider through winter…
And to finish the evening, a colourful salad to have with curried scallop pies and wedges.
Yummo…
Lovely, Prue! Here it’s all the colours of spring. The crab-apple tree is even more spectacular than when I posted a picture of it, and next to it a glorious syringa. Assorted tulips, though they were a bit battered by one heavy rain storm. Even the modest honesty contributes. And I have colours in my knitted baby blanket, which is progressing very slowly. Eldest son and wife here for the weekend, so won’t get much writing done, but just received a simply wonderful email about FLOOD from an artist who lives in Cambridge and knows the Fens well. It made my day! Here’s to the final stretch of G3.
Thanks Ann.