My husband and I don’t swap presents; we haven’t for years and this year we decided to extend this a bit further … sending things to Brazil over the years as become a bit of an economic monster so we curtailed that as well. Of course we enjoy the spirit of gifts; but this can be done throughout the year, at more convenient times and also when there is a need … gifts are wonderful; rewarding, uplifting and vital.
That is why I result in buying a little something for myself.
A little before Christmas I came across this book called The man who planted trees by Jean Giona ; with lovely wood engravings by Harry Brockway; and beautiful story in about 50 pages can be read in an hour! It is available to download but this doesn’t have the illustrations and the afterword by his daughter Aline Giono … and this is the icing on the Christmas cake … Don’t wait until next year get now.
Working, in the Cole Library on a little section of very early books about the anatomy of animals 16th and 17th century just about … lots of lovely illustrations … mind blowing in detail …. these images are barely an inch square …
I have a beautiful garden. For nearly 30 years I have lovingly tended it; planting anything that will cope with semi shade and those that will attract wildlife. It has been mostly successful, although I grumble at the pigeons, neighbour’s cats and a pesky squirrel.
I sit for many hours even after dark with a little brazier enjoying the peace and quiet.
This weekend I bought some bare rooted hedging and a little quince tree. The hedging will fill a few gaps and attract a few more birds and the quince is loved by bees I believe; but I just love the fruit and already looking forward to harvesting them next autumn. I am now looking out for a crab apple to plant along side; it might be a bit of a squeeze … but I will find space.
Just thought this was nice …
I don’t have favourite tea; all, even those I have yet to try are special and hold a happy opportunity. Black tea, I take when I return home from work at 5.30pm or a little earlier at the weekend when the afternoon begins to fade at about 4pm; sometimes, with a cake or biscuit. The one I have at the moment is called Tippy Yunnan. It is a very forgiving tea and allows me merely to use boiling water (others are a little more tender and prefer 80 degrees) and steep it 2 or 3 times. While it is deliciously smooth; the first steep simply sparkles. Thereafter, the flavour softens and becomes comforting as the night draws in. Black tea is known for its anti inflammatory qualities, so lately after the leaves are completely steeped I add some camomile flowers, that also has healing characteristics along with aids to a…
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