Lambswool sky.
Two grandfathers in the hall.
Not a monster looming out of the gateway, but an ancient pollarded treetrunk.
You build as well as the local materials allow, then leave to mature for five or six centuries.
Hibiscus in the garden.
Just inside the kitchen door.
And, of course, one perfect rose. All taken today.
Love this combination of photos!
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful variety! That lifted my day (not that there's anything wrong with my day, I should say)
ReplyDeleteHello Carl. You are both very much in our thoughts and prayers. Sleep well now (unlikely as it seems, you probably will).
ReplyDeleteLove, Mike and Ann.
That tree does have a face!
ReplyDeleteJude sends her love
ReplyDeleteExpects to be liberated tomorrow evening
Jude escaped - home for lunch-time.
ReplyDeleteJess was the getaway driver.
Jude's a bit groggy and having a zizzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-etc. in the conservatory. Not interested in food yet but I've got some sushi on ice for when she is.
I've even put an antler handle with a brass acorn finial on the hand-bell; and been practicing the "Yuss M'Lady" in the mirror with a napkin draped gracefully over my left wrist.
I think, perhaps, that at this point I shold explain that my brother and I have been using 'the Armoury' as a means of communication regarding sister-in-law Judy's hospitalisation and operation. I removed the original (and key) entry from Crowbard as it contained details that Judy would probably have considered personal. This must have been a bit confusing (especially for Maggie and Stig) but I should think it was obvious to most of my readers that there were two streams of comment taking place. As you can see from Crowbard's last entry, Judy's now home again, so we're now going to 'phone them and generally make reassuring noises.
ReplyDeleteWalked Jude over to Paul'n'Jess's this evening, I managed to keep up with here fairly well...
ReplyDeleteShe's still not eating much but I got a few strawbwrries and raspberries into her, an' a banana an' fresh figs an' a bit o' shortbread -She couldn't look at the sushi or the peppered salmon on french toast or the spicy cous-cous & four-bean salad... The St Augur cheese butty went down quite well so there's still hope for tomorrow...
Night-Night!
Zizzz....
PS Thanks for the reassuring noises...
ReplyDeletemost reassuring, ta.
The tree trunk is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love your description of the sky as "lambswool" -- very accurate for that picture. Thank you for sharing your beautiful countryside photos with the world.
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