Along the lanes I'd love to wend, near Artist's Mews, on Writer's Bend. Fragrant flowers of every hue would sparkle in the morning dew. I wish I lived in Carver's Valley, Quilter's Creek or Cross Stitch Alley. Just think of all the things I'd make, if I lived by Crafters Lake..........
I have been playing with ;my stash of wool roving these past few days while Tony has a snooze. It keeps me out of mischief and stops me eating my way through the cupboards. It is strange that now we have decided to reduce our calorific intake how I think about nibbling all the time. Good job we didn't buy crisps when we did our last shop or Iwould have eaten every single packet of them.
Lavender fields at sunrise
The brown flower looks at though it has a big petal on the left. It doesn't.