Freesias

The fragrant freesias are from one of the friends came over for supper and scrabble at the weekend.  The scrabble turned out to be more of a knit and natter, concerning the trickiness of sewing knitted garments together and a brief tutorial on mattress stitch!  Mike valiantly did the dinner dishes and snuck upstairs to have a sing before tonight's choir rehearsal.

Today was a morning I want to remember.  I was baking, there was a border tart in the oven and a cake partly made, Ollie was in his bed under the radiator, Essential Classic was playing on Radio 3, Bonny the bantam was eating pastry remains at the back door, flowers on the table,  a fresh cup of coffee on the worktop, all seemed right with the world. 

I shall try and bring this image back to my mind when the glummage descends!