Day off

The weather here has been horribly cold - so much so I got out the socks I knitted years ago. They are looking very shabby: must make some before winter, because there's nothing warmer.

Today it's warmer, with sunny intervals; there's been a sudden burst of growth and now the lilacs are beginning to flower. I wish I could share the smell with you.

I took the camera when Fig and I went for a walk - I should know better, but hope springs ...

The photos are from Stocks' Wood, a little area in Bournville which conserves English bluebells. Sorry about the fence posts: the public are not allowed in.

Although the grass has been mowed today, there are still little clumps where the daffodils were. When we went on holiday to Norfolk thirty years ago, I remember being astonished at the hedgerows, which were full of wild flowers. Now more places seem to be willing to leave them to grow, even if they might be called 'weeds'!

And while I was thinking about the way things used to be, I remembered these:

 I know they are cow parsley, but when we were children we called them Mother Dies: if you picked them,your mother would die. What a gruesome superstition!

Today I have made the shell of a tea cosy; I keep telling people in the shop that you just make a hat and turn it into something, so I had to follow my own advice.

You'll have to wait to see what I turn it into!

So what shall I work on this evening?