I've been thinking a lot of those days out on the moors in the drizzle lately. Sitting on my steps with a cup of tea, watching the rain, wishing I could convince someone to play frisby in the wet... It has been a bit damp here at The Hookery this week.
But there's someting quite cosy about being holed-up with a fresh mug of hot tea while the rain hammers down outside.
And despite the leaden skies and puddled landscape, the fuschia by the front door has done a sterling job of remaining cheery and bright. It's friend the clematis (who seems to like having cold damp feet) has also put on an impressive growth spurt. The seedlings however were just looking a bit too wet. In the end, I had to bring them in for a day or two to give them a break.
And to amuse myself, I did a spot of yarn-sorting.
Just the cottons. I can't quite face the wools yet!
Seeing them all arranged by colour like this...
...is making me want to start a blanket. A really big ripple-y one.