02-02-2025, 12:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-02-2025, 12:30 PM by Oh_hunnihunni.)
I stripped the bed and left it all naked and rumpled with all the doors open so it could get a bit of a breeze up it... While the machine was doing its thing I watered the courtyard garden, and stole seed from the mirabilis - gosh those plants are magical things. Night scented, colour changing flowers, advantageous strikers, just treasures to have in my garden. Then being lazy I chucked the linens in the dryer and went back to ripping out the wandering violets that were blocking my broom swept leaf efforts, pretty thing, but the flowers are shy so I have no compunction about being mean to it.
All that bending woke up my old hip implant so in for coffee before slowly putting the bed back together in time for the cotton kantha quilt to come out of the dryer and go on top of those fresh sheets, oh the bed looks so good all put together and layered up. The duvet with its pretty cover has to stay all rolled up into a fat sausage along the bottom of the bed, it is just too hot at night for the feathers, even all fluffed down to the foot.
Two pots of peaches in the freezer, one raised garden emptied - well almost, the basil is still flowering and there are some fat tomatoes on the heritage plants in the big pot. Can't wait to see what colour they turn out to be. So time now for pleasant things while the cicadas sing - late this year, and not very many - I shall give my fountain pens some exercise with cursive practise, though I am not convinced my skills are improving very much. I am enjoying those coloured inks though!
And just between thee 'n me - the bees are still in the hedge...
All that bending woke up my old hip implant so in for coffee before slowly putting the bed back together in time for the cotton kantha quilt to come out of the dryer and go on top of those fresh sheets, oh the bed looks so good all put together and layered up. The duvet with its pretty cover has to stay all rolled up into a fat sausage along the bottom of the bed, it is just too hot at night for the feathers, even all fluffed down to the foot.
Two pots of peaches in the freezer, one raised garden emptied - well almost, the basil is still flowering and there are some fat tomatoes on the heritage plants in the big pot. Can't wait to see what colour they turn out to be. So time now for pleasant things while the cicadas sing - late this year, and not very many - I shall give my fountain pens some exercise with cursive practise, though I am not convinced my skills are improving very much. I am enjoying those coloured inks though!
And just between thee 'n me - the bees are still in the hedge...