"Every night, just when the dark was softest and sleep was deepest, there came a loud noise from the end of the great room. It came from the place where the loom and spindle stood, where by day the grandmother spun and the mother wove."

 from "The Spindle Imp" by Alida Sims Malkus

Sunday 11 May 2008

Colour comes not from the dye pot

This morning I woke up to this in the box on my my kitchen window sill.

The first polyanthus flowers of the season. I have five plants in all; buds delicately pale on first appearance but the colours deepen as the flowers mature. Polyanthus flowers are most delicious with that first morning cup of coffee.
at 8:46 am

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