After several weeks of grey skies and heavy rain and gale force winds, I woke today to blue skies and a strange glow in the sky that I seem to recall is called…sunshine…or something like that (it’s been a while since I have seen it). Miraculously Mark woke up at an almost reasonable hour and we headed to Westonbirt Arboretum. I have dithered about putting more photos here rather than on Deere Diary, as I have not sold any photo cards and had almost decided not to include any photos in my shop. However, I have received such nice comments about my calendars that I think I am going to take a chance that the comments are genuine (rather than just friends and family being kind) and will continue to make my photos available. However, I plan to open a second Etsy shop for photos and photo cards, so they do not get muddled up with the sewing and fabric stuff.
Mark was very patient as we walked through the arboretum and I kept stopping as I spotted patches of dappled sunlight tumbling through the leaves. Not only did he not complain as I stopped every few minutes, he also carried my camera bag in case I wanted to change lens…he’s a good chap that Mark!
Sun!! How fantastic! It seems like just a faint memory to me – it must have been wonderful to wake up to it.
I love your photos! (and I hope that you realise that I am not kind at all – you know me, I am a very unkind person – but still happy to be your friend 🙂
The muddy puddle photo, that is fantastic!
The sun was nice while it lasted – have already had another flood alert for the Dorset flat and the news headlines are full of the term ‘exceptional weather’. Now to me, exceptional weather suggests unusually mild and sunny – but I fear that is not what they mean. No, they mean even heavier rain and even stronger winds and the highest tides expected all year. Ah well, if it all gets too much I can pop over to your blog and bathe in the warmth or the orange cardy you are knitting!
And of course I realise how unkind you are – no doubt it is why we are such good friends…!
Thank you – I never can resist a reflection.