It is wet today so what better excuse than to stretch my fingers, crack my joints and try to remember just something. I find as the evenings draw in, as l sit before my peat fire, that l hear the little pattering of tiny feet as my house mice move back into their warm and snug winter quarters after spending the summer months out in the fields and woodland that backs up to my little cottage. The district nurse tries very hard to persuade me that these dear little beasties are pests, but to me they are my friends, hearing them rustle behind the wainscot reminds me that l am still alive!
Well, l think that is more than enough of words for my first attempt, this afternoon l am out to tea with a neighbour the other side of the copse. We will be sampling the first batch of hedgerow wine made last year.
6 comments:
Well dearie I do say you have a charming little place here and perhaps you might like to pop over sometime to visit me as I do have a rather fine tea cosy collection that I am sure a lady of your refeenment would appreciate!
Never having sampled an elderberry, I'm not quite sure what to expect. Are you a lady of tart disposition, or are you as sweet-natured as your writing hints? Either way, I'll be back for more.
I'm so intoxicated by this blog I do believe I may have sampled a little too much of the Elderberry........but that's nonsence: if a little is good for you, then more MUST be better!
Mind how you go with that hedgerow wine and maybe think twice about accepting Mrs Rhubarb's invitation to inspect her tea cosy collection until your head is clear.
Silly old district nurse, it must be lovely to have the company of your little friends.
A peat fire ... do you get it imported from Ireland or is there a peat bog near you in rural England I've not heard about????
Ah, elderberry wine, I remember when ...
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