Spring has sprung and the cose factor dwindleth.
Well! A veritable torrent of posts.
We seem to have sprung into Spring here. Far too early, to my mind. But though I lament the dwindling opportunities for socks and jumpers, for log fires and the huddle of cose, I do like all the floral tooting and parping that has begun. My house is positively heaving with flowerful abundance. A few snaps.
You’d never see it from the pictures but these are the most delicate and beautiful golden showers. Renamed, or so they tell me, for having interesting associations, but we plough on with the old one regardless. Anyway, they were a little obscuring where they were so they nipped on over here. :
The usual apologies for the quality of pictures. They really are bad! I’m thinking I’ll ask for a camera from Father Christmas. But then, of course, I’d have to learn how to use it…
Of course we’ve already established that I’m a slack tart of a blogger, but the study pic will now reveal that I’m not exactly driven on the housekeeping front either. Pictures of screen cleaner and broken phones on your blog pics! Madam, where is your stylist! Actually I had to do a lot of cropping to hide the bin liner-strewn floors, the open drawers, the randomly sprayed detritus of everyday life.
Oh. Nearly forgot the almost obligatory picture of Mr Hound. Snoozing under his own curtain of flowers: