Today, my palette was of the distinctly palest shade of cloudy, washed out and misted grubby white.
The sky overhead seemed to come right down over everything and down to the roof-tops, and the morning mist swirled around, making it almost impossible to see where one was driving. The green grass was clearly visible and so too the terracotta of brick and the white of the stone houses, and the white painted window and door frames.
So still today our world was full of colour but of a different hue than yesterday.
Alice and I went for a good walk around a favourite village green and once this blog has been "put to bed", we shall go out once again, but now it's late in the evening, so it will be dark overhead with some stars out and I think a mid-cycle moon.
Well, we shall see?
My dear SO is looking forward to the Formula 1 Grand Prix season which begins in March and presently my son and son-in-law, plus countless others, are eagerly watching the rugby championship games. My mother used to watch all sports on her television set and particularly enjoyed the golfing and tennis championships. Ah ha there's Wimbledon to anticipate, cricket at Lords and elsewhere and horse racing at Royal Ascot.....what a very busy summer season we're expecting.
My day has been full of chores and mostly ironing, which I've tried to do as quickly as possible, yet it still takes some hours. You see, ironing is not a favourite thing to do and it tends to be left until there is masses to do, when I find some good TV films to watch as I iron. It certainly helps.
I may not enjoy the "dashing away with the smoothing iron" but find it's extremely unpleasant to wear un-ironed garments. How about you?
Alice is now looking at me with very sorrowful eyes, so we're off. Cheerio....
Daisy
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