While on holiday in Italy, my lovely work friend Janette found this gorgeous yarn bombed bike. She kindly gave me permission to share it with you, thanks sweetheart!
It’s the first time I’ve seen crochet yarn bombing, instead of knitting, have you seen any before?
Ten year ago when I left my last house, one of the plants that I dug up to take with me was quite an unusual clematis. It had taken me quite a while to find, but now it’s easily sourced.
It was created in the botanic gardens in the Crimea, hence it’s a tough little beauty. Every year I ignore it and back it comes to flower for several weeks each summer.
When I found this clematis, she was known as Ajonushka, now she seems to have several versions, Alyonushka, Alionushka and Aljenushka. Whatever you choose to call her, if you see her in your garden centre, she’s worth every penny!
I picked some wild cherries today
I’m sorry I’ve been a bit absent recently, nothing exciting, just enjoying a hot summer.
Outside of the building where I work stands this beautiful, large tree. For the last month it’s been blooming it’s little heart out, It has pointy leaves and bundles of tiny creamy yellow flowers.
Every morning as the sun warms and comes around to my side of the office, the
pungent stench, fragrance wafts its way to my window. I can’t see it until I go outside and I don’t know what it is, but it’s driven me crazy, because it’s pollen hell and has really aggravated my asthma and hay fever, so I’d like to CHOP THE DAMN THING DOWN!
Anyone know what the monster is?
‘Splash’ says Paula, for pick a word Thursday. Well a paddle would be quite nice and it’s 32 degrees according to my phone.
Then again it’s nice and cool right here at the kitchen table, so for now, I think that’s where I’ll stay.
Just a couple of you might recognise this photo, it was here 6 years ago.
Mid-June knee high yellowed grass
Screaming for a cut, I sensed its thirst,
the struggle and failure to remain upright,
on a crisp hollow shell.
Mallow stands proud pink petals
boldly streaked with magenta, waiting
for a wise woman to brew a remedy
or make a cheese-weed cheese
Dandelion aggressive interlopers,
heads bowed to the soil, already shrivelled,
the seeds dispersed in the whispered breeze.
one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock
I paused, listened to the chirrup
of grass hopper, cricket,
whatever’s the difference.
threatened by my stillness, they fell silent.
Dogs raced down from the top of a hill.
George jumped, leapt like a deer through the grass,
up down, up down, he dipped and dived
Revelling in the stench of bitch fox
Flora, fast as a bullet chased swallows
backwards, sideways covering three times
his distance in her futile efforts
to bring home her own lunch.
At first I thought that Paula had come up with a difficult challenge this week, but then I remembered how relaxed she is about how we interpret things. So, this is my entry for Lost in Details. She has a striking, bright image of . . . well you guess!
I think there are a few details to get lost in here, what do you think? Perhaps you’ll join in this week.
They seem to be popping up everywhere, with the invitation to ‘please play me’. If only I could play I’d be sitting there, because this one is just about half a mile from home. I’ve always envied people who can play an instrument or sing, I have the flattest voice and can’t hold a note!
I woke up the other morning concerned about this particular piano, because it’s been out in a very heavy four hour rain storm. What happens if a piano gets wet? Will it be ruined?
Most of the ones I’ve seen have been sheltered in stations and shopping centres, but this one is outside a charity shop on a main road.
Are there street pianos near you, or have you seen them around?