On Sunday afternoon, the garden was like this
one cat keeping watch at the top of the walk
the fattening hydrangea leaves, swollen with rain and freshly visible after their spring haircut
the sun shone through daffodils and violets
Wol was happy in his world
the hazel was in blossom - I'm not sure I've ever managed to notice the flowers before, they are so tiny, yet the catkin sheds its pollen to fertilize them with a caress of breeze
another cat guards the pagoda
while the old dears chat to each other in the sunshine
and up in the rooftops (now there's another grid!)
the starling suns his iridescent chest
the sun shone in his blue blue sky
and it was very very warm and peaceful
then in the evening I stitched, then stitched some more yesterday and a final few today
I deliberately played with the regular counterchange of the squares, by allowing the beads and French knots to expand away from the centre, floating out towards the edges and challenging all that serious stability.
Today I also had an exhausting trip to London for work.
Still not feeling quite up to scratch