After spending time in the garden today just generally tidying it up and enjoying the sunshine. I decided to experiment with my camera and take some photographs of the lavender bush and the butterflies and bees that were enjoying the nectar.

I was hoping just to get a photograph of this butterflies wings but instead when I downloaded the picture I was amazed to see this, the butterfly actually drinking the nectar.

butterfly sipping nectar 2

Rag Rugrag rug close upGranny Rose

Rag Rug

Feeling really pleased with myself as I have finished my first big project since retiring.  I have always wanted to make a rag rug since seeing a demonstration several years ago, but like always its been left.   But now I have a rag rug of my very own just in time to go in my newly decorated bedroom.


Its been lovely making the rug and has led to many conversations with my mum of 86 who remembers as a child having to cut up strips to make rag rugs, she described sitting by the fire and cutting up old grey blankets and trousers nothing like the fleece offcuts I used.    A friend also told me how she had to cut up a favourite red coat because she had grown out of it and how distressed she was that it was turned into a rag rug. 

  However, whilst Mum’s family had to make their own rag rug (which was apparently always full of dust) my Dad’s mum used to purchase a rag rug made by a neighbour every Christmas.   I wonder if this was a way of Granny supporting her friend next door they had both been munitions workers together in world war one.   But thats another story.

Its been a lovely experience making the rug and has helped me to come to terms with my ill health retirement can’t wait to start the next project.

librarian_smallWhat it is to have good friends, yesterday I met up with seven friends from university to mark the 10th anniversary of getting our degrees.   Although some of us had been in touch for a while meeting at Christmas over the years. Yesterday was very special as we were joined by M who we had not seen since we graduated.   We had all lost touch with M and it was lovely to see her again she had not changed a bit and we were all soon chatting and laughing.

Nothing special perhaps a uni reunion but for us it  was an opportunity  to celebrate how hard we had all worked to get our degrees, we were all mature students and all working and it took us on average 8 years to achieve.    A great achievement well done ladies.

For all of us life had changed  some had grandchildren,  one was widowed, some  were thinking of retirement and others had achieved great promotions.   But for all of us it was an opportunity to meet up with some very special friends.

And the degree…….Librarianship and if you had seen us downing cocktails last night you would not have said librarians were quiet and boring but  we were all wearing glasses!!!!!

Montana Clematis


Today is father’s day and this is a photograph of my dad’s clematis sadly he is no longer with us but every year this montana clematis blooms and reminds us of the time he spent tending it.

My dad had a saying “think on” so today Dad I will “think on” you.

The cherry blossom has long fallen from the trees but here is a photograph I took a few weeks ago.Cherry Blossom in the rain

Laycock aka Cranfordroses round the doorJust back from a lovely weekend in Wiltshire staying with family.  I had a  great  time with lots of laughter and sitting in the sun relaxing just what I needed.

This morning we went to the beautiful National Trust village of Laycock where they film the BBC series Cranford  (the original book was written by Mrs Gaskell )it really lovely but the locals must get fed up with the tourists and the film crews.   However , some of them seemed to have thriving little businesses selling plants and even  embroidered cards all these goodies were set up outside the cottages with honesty boxes  or notices asking for the payment to be put through the letter box.

I will watch Cranford with a different perspective now apparently they were filming a winter scene last week and the rain washed away all the fake snow!.