This is something of a continuation of yesterday’s post, starting with the hellebore above. What gorgeous flowers helleboresare. This morning the flower heads of those in our bedroom were drooping, but I propped this one up and took its photograph, but so it wouldn’t get a crick in its neck, I allowed it to droop back down again (I must be soft in the head!)
The weather, as those in the UK will already know, has turned very cold again, and last night, while we waited for the beginning of the new Endeavour drama, we lit the fire and, unusually for me, lit the candles on the mantelpiece. It’s not that I dislike candles, but I have always considered them a fire risk, and don’t, as so many do these days, automatically have candles lit in the house. I suppose I could source some of the batter-operated candles, which look very realistic, but I’ve just not bothered to do so as yet. But once lit I think to myself, oh, they’re so pretty, and then wonder why I don’t light them more often. But, as I say, they’re a fire risk and should never be left unattended.
We enjoyed Endeavour and especially the two-handed scenes between Morse and Fred Thursday (actor Roger Allam), his immediate superior. I also like Mr Bright, played by actor Anton Lesser. He first came to my attention in a drama series from a few years ago, The Hour. There were two series of The Hour but nothing since, sadly. And before we drew the curtains, we could see the reflection of the lamps and candles in the sitting room window …
This morning, however, although it was very cold, there was lots of lovely sunshine. I wasn’t feeling particularly well and was seated on the sofa and took a photo of the sunshine making patterns on our fireside rug. It was positively spring-like.
Some nice post, though, which cheered me … the latest issue of The English Home. This really must be my favourite monthly magazine. I think, if I had to give them all up except one, this would be the one I would keep.
I love seeing the various styles of house and how their owners have decorated and furnished them. And I have to say I have a fondness for pastel colours, rose pinks, duck egg blues, eau de nil, and cream. I’m not particularly fond of heavily beamed Tudor or even Tudor-style cottages with or without thatched roofs. Nor do I like artfully ‘distressed’ painted furniture which, to me, looks like it needs a good coat of paint.
I thought I would add another lamb to my spring display in the hall. This little chap is damaged, but it has always been damaged as far as I’m aware, with the bocage (referred to thus in the pottery industry; small hedges and trees) at the back having always been broken off while it was in my mother’s family. But I thought he’d look nice with the woman with her little lamb.
And when the sun shone and the daffodils positively glowed, I thought, regardless of the coldness outside, that spring had arrived.
As I say, this is more of a continuation of yesterday’s post rather than something entirely new.
Until next time.