happy nasturtiums

I'm having a go at blogging from my phone. Uploading the photos seems way more complicated than it should be, but hopefully this will work. Lovely bright orange nasturtiums from the garden.


Spring is springing and the blackbirds are singing late into the increasingly light evenings. My thoughts are turning to the veg patch, where the rhubarb I planted last year is tantalisingly pink and lush, but out of bounds until next year to let it get settled in. These wrinkly little chaps are soaking up all the light they can get and sending their little greeny pink shoots outwards and upwards, ready to turn into delicious new potatoes for supper. Fragrant narcissi are illuminating the garden. The Sarah Raven catalogue is the reading of choice. I love spring.


Over the last week or so, the starfish flowers have been worked up in a loooonnnnngggg string of teal Baby Cashmerino and are being blocked ready to turn into an infinity-scarf-necklace-thingy...

starfish flowers

What is a rainy Sunday for, really, other than to teach yourself how to crochet starfish-flowers and join them together?

I used this pattern. I am wondering about a starfish-flower-scarf-necklace now...

swedish christmas embroidery

Look at this absolutely beautiful vintage Swedish Christmas embroidery I saw at the home of a friend today. It was her mother's and is very old. I loved the colours and the simple stitching. God Jul!

the hopefulness of mistletoe

One of my favourite books to read at this time of year is What to Look for in Winter written by the poetic and mysterious E.L. Grant Watson. I love this series of Ladybird books and for me each change of season is marked by their beautiful words and C. F. Tunnicliffe's evocative illustrations.

Last weekend I spent a few days with friends in the thin winter light and quiet landscape of North Somerset. Everywhere you looked, the tall skeletal trees were laden with bright green orbs of mistletoe, hanging in the damp still air. Apparently it is a very good year for mistletoe, although I am not sure why. I don't know if anyone has identified exactly how it appears, but in 1959 E.L. Grant Watson wrote "How mistletoe grows on trees nobody knows for sure. Poplars and apple trees are the most likely hosts for this half-parasitic plant. If you can find out how mistletoe germinates, you will be a discoverer of one of Nature's secrets".

Like Grant Watson himself, a beautiful mystery. If anyone knows anything about him other than the thin sprinkling of information on the web I would love to know. But if you know how mistletoe germinates, don't tell me. I like living with the enigma, and think of Rainer Maria Rilke, who wrote "Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves". This is a thought I carry with me daily. There are many unanswered questions in life these days. But it is still beautiful.