Here is the lavender brooch I finished yesterday, waiting for someone who still believes in these things to buy it for their true love! Saying that has got me wondering what proportion of Etsy sales are to men? I’m sure there must be some sort of statistics available somewhere.
My hand snuck into that picture and if you were thinking “that thumb looks a bit grubby” that might be because of the ongoing Witchmountain Water Crisis. The ancient system of rams and tanks that supply spring water to the house has begun to fall apart, meaning I’ve had no water some days.
Look at this flower head, heavy with 5am dew.I’m appreciating more and more the luxury that we all take for granted…clean drinking water, flushing toilets, hot baths, modern plumbing.How did people live here before all that.Despite some big downpours the ground is still dry and a lot of my vegetable garden has gone to seed early.
Sweet Peas by the front door reach out with spirally tendrils and the lavender is in full bloom. Meanwhile I’m munching on homemade bread and pesto, dropping crumbs on the keyboard and wondering how on earth I can get a few pictures sold so I can escape the drudgery of waitressing! Here is a little poem I saw yesterday on the wall of the pub in Hawnby, a bit twee but….
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read, friends to
cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go – and go you must –
You, yourself, will make more dust!