The wind is having a fun time here. The garden chairs are blowing past the window.
I braved the woods with the dog we are minding for the week, and found this a little bunch of twigs joined at the base. I knew what I had to do.
I picked three bluebells, a buttercup, some red campion and a bit of cow parsley and wove a wreath.
I just had to.
(And wouldn't you just know that as I walked up the road with an albeit miniscule bunch of illicit wild flowers, I bumped into someone who is a bit of an environmentalist, who I saw last time 6 months ago when I was carrying a big bunch of holly. I haven't picked anything else from the woods in the last twelve months.She must think I do it all the time)
I hung it in different places around the house. I like this one.
So pretty.
Not so sure about this.
My husband arrived and I stuck it on my head and asked him to take a picture.
(Don't forget I'd been a walk in the windy wild woods and I am staring 60 in the face)
He was having a real chuckle as he clicked.
This is why.
Beam me up Scottie.
