A late summer visitor at the allotment on Thursday.
Anemones have been blooming for six consecutive months and new buds are still forming. I have an idea that if I protect the group with my cold frame I could have anemones for Christmas.
I finished my stool. The course I attended was not so useful for this project but the skills I learnt will come in handy when I upholster a pair of dining chairs.
Golden hour on Friday. I’ve missed the low winter sun streaming through windows and lighting up corners before dusk falls. November has been mostly implacably gloomy so far.
Juggling reading and knitting.
And remembering to photograph the mittens before consigning them to the post.
Nerines at Polesden Lacey and wishing I hadn’t dug mine up because of slug attack. I will try again.
Playing with embroidery, such a low impact and soothing activity. Embroidery, like drawing or painting, takes practise and I know I have much room for improvement.
Halfway through November and I’m feeling the lack of daylight hours and sunlight.
So yesterday we started clearing and preparing our son’s bedroom for decorating. Right now it is a faded shade of pale yellow, a popular colour when this room was last decorated 20 years ago. We had planned to paint it a beautiful light refracting pale grey-blue using a Little Greene paint called Pearl 100, a colour we used successfully in our smallest bedroom earlier this year, but on reflection I am tempted to stick with yellow and have my eye on a Little Greene paint called Custard. It is a large east-facing room overlooking the garden and at the moment I’m craving the cheeriness of a custard-coloured room and feeling inspired to start piecing a quilt to decorate the new bed.
Just over five weeks until the shortest day and then it’s downhill all the way to summer.
How are you coping with the short days?
Je suis Paris.