…a funny old week.  Hard to settle to anything while worrying about ash, and aeroplanes, and far flung friends and relations.  They have variously  been stuck in South Africa, Florida, Las Vegas, Dubai and the middle of the North Sea.  So far, Tim is home only twenty four hours late from the gas platform.  My newly married nephew and niece-in-law have arrived home  from Las Vegas and, no, they didn’t have an Elvis wedding…As far as I can make out the rest are sunning themselves, in a bored fashion, whilst worrying about their undies and waiting for planes.  What a palaver…

However,  despite the background fretting, life has continued.  For Higgins fans, the shock news is he’s a porky little sausage.  Sally at the vets has confirmed Tim’s verdict on returning home about his slight rotundity.  He has to lose half a kilo, about a pound!  Oh that Weightwatchers would tell me that would answer my own problems!  For a little dog who LOVES his food, it’s going to be hard.  And grapes are toxic!  We have to tell granny that in the morning …he goes there every day and shouts at the fruit bowl.

I have been wielding my crochet hook.  Penny at Violet White had a tutorial for some lovely teeny tiny flowers and I got completely ‘hooked ‘ on making them.  I had so many I had to dream up a home for them, and I really needed a teacosy. 

So the tea cosy has grown, without the problems suffered by the vegetable garden, and has been adding a little happiness to tea time…

…and my felt teapot has found a new home in Norwich.  A friend has opened a fabulous new coffee shop in St Giles Street also serving  Teapig teas (and extremely scrummy and wicked homemade cakes)

 

So it seemed a pretty good place to put the ‘Tea Time’ teapot on display…

As The Cherryleaf is on the way from the city centre to that wonderful shop, ‘Verandah’ in Upper St Giles Street, it makes a good destination when you’re out for an indulgent day’s shopping.

And then from cherryleaves to cherry blossom.  I have three cherry trees in my garden, a source of much delight.  At this time of the year there is the anticipation of the froth of white blossom, and then, as the year wears on, the bliss of lying on the hammock slung beneath gazing up into  green shade speckled with  red bunches of cherries.  I couldn’t wait this year and brought in some small branches in order to enjoy their loveliness at close quarters…

There’s lots more to say, and it’s taken me all week to say this much!  Must try harder… Enjoy the rest of the weekend…