Sunny days

 This is my happy place today.

The sun has been shining, everywhere is warm and I have been very lazy. The forecast tells us that this will continue all week! My sun room opens out onto a little terrace, big enough for some seating, a parasol and a table. So lovely to sit here with a coffee this morning and gaze.

Inside, looking out onto the terrace. Sweet peas were planted today to grow up the wooden trellis. They will scent the area sweetly.

Days seem longer when the sun shines. It's very calming to be able to sit outside long into the evening and enjoy seeing how plants have grown, making plans for the next steps.

So thankful for my little space.

Wordplay

 Like many ex teachers, the misuse of words hurts me,  grammar, spelling, sentence construction etc. I think that a career as an editor would have suited me,( though I have to admit that errors can slip into my writing ocasionally). So many modern fiction books have allowed mistakes to slip through, some unbelievably incorrect.

Recently I read an advertisement. 

For Sale, 

IKEA Chester draws.

Really??

Did they mean this? Was it a ploy to catch attention? It went on to say that a wardrobe was also available but one could buy the 'Chester' separately.

My mind then spun off down a rabbit hole, and envisaged Chester as a rather portly gentleman, maybe smoking a cigar, maybe with a monocle, and very well dressed.  Phil May, (1864 -1903) who was a cartoonist for Punch, would have enjoyed portraying Chester.

I know there are more important things in life to provoke irritation, and sometimes mistakes can be quite funny, but I still want to get out my red pen!

Memories

I have been away for a few days, in Herefordshire, staying with a dear friend whose husband sadly died unexpectedly last Christmas. We have known each other for over 40 years , spent holidays in France together, talking non stop. Like my late husband, our friend was involved in farming , so there was plenty to enjoy in our Breton countryside.

 It has been a lovely few days, a little bittersweet, but with many memories laughed and cried about.

Coming home I find my garden has got itself ready for Easter, with the tulips looking very splendid. At their best at this time of year, they are full of colour.

It's a mix of Tulips and scented Narcissi. I've placed pots of white daisies travelling up the path. In the evening dusk there seems to be a glow from them.

Looking more like roses than Tulips, these are a double smaller version.Again I have mixed them with Narcissi.

It's a time when so much is happening in the garden. My Tomatoes are happily growing in the greenhouse, and I have some to give away to our village Garden Sale next weekend.

May I wish you a happy and blessed Easter.

On repeat

Every year I show you this. It's just so lovely.

 Over the next few days the blossom will open fully. What a delight.

'In the embrace of Cherry Blossoms find solace for your weary soul, and let their beauty heal your heart'. (unknown)

A walk in Trelissick Gardens.

 A sunny day, the first for ages, meant that Trelissick Gardens were on the agenda for a visit. Friends were staying with me, so what better place to go than a couple of miles down the road.

Could anything be more lovely than this view, taken from a little round 'log cabin' in the grounds. Here we sat, complete with inquisitive Squirrel who was disappointed that we had no crumbs for him.

A huge pink Magnolia dominates this area of the garden, together with smaller white Azaleas. Gardeners work so hard to keep the lawns and beds tidy.

Sun shone through the flowers of this beautiful red Azalea, one of many in the gardens.

Tucked away in a nearby flower bed I found something that I have previously only seen on Lorrie's posts. It's an Erythronium or Fawn Lily, and I was both suprised and excited to see it here. It originates from North America and Asia. Here it is in Cornwall!

Each path leads to something different, and here is an almost ethereal group of tree trunks. Can't you imagine woodland beings living there?

A final view of those dancing Daffodils, overlooking the Falmouth Bay.

How fortunate we are to live so near to a place which gives so much pleasure to so many people.