I'M A BIT FED UP.....
.....with Flower Friday so decided to change it this week to FLOUR FRIDAY!
I was late going to bed, but woke at 4.30 and couldn't get back to sleep, so went downstairs intending to make myself a cup of coffee and read my book.
However, the sun was just rising, so I took a few shots of the sky through the landing window (see my extra shot) then decided to go outside to have a better look. Whilst out there, something bit me on my right knee - just below my arthroscopy scar and it was quite sore, so I didn't stay out there for long! Thankfully I had a "Click-it" pen, which gives a small plazo-electric charge to bites and stings to relieve the urge to scratch - and I must say it was very effective.
However, I was loathe to go out there again to take photographs of flowers, and besides which, as I said, I am a bit fed up with flower pics, so here is my take on FLOUR FRIDAY, taken in my kitchen - and of course, there is a flower in it - I can't be a COMPLETE rebel!
Made me think about the different kinds of people in my life - just as we need different types of flour to make different items, such as bread and cakes, so we need friends with different characteristics - life would be quite boring if all our friends were the same. You will see I even have some Canadian and Very Strong white bread flour - in honour of my special Canadian Blip friends - but one in particular who, because of the time difference, was still up when I got up just after 4.30 - so we had a chat on Words With Friends!
This quote seems particularly appropriate, speaking of flour and friends!
Oh, the comfort -
the inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts,
nor measure words - but pouring them
all right out - just as they are -
chaff and grain together -
certain that a faithful hand will
take and sift them -
keep what is worth keeping -
and with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik 1826-1887
A Life for a Life
P.S. In case you are interested, the Wessex Mill Flour is from a Mill in Wantage, just over 20 miles from where we live, and is milled using wheat grown locally with the names of the farms on the back of every bag.