I ventured out into my garden today, mid-winter, and found a rose, blooming. In June! It's a David Austin: The Squire. The picture doesn't do justice to its velvety deep deep red. It's my one and only red rose.
Today was the first day of the school holidays. By 11am we had had one temper tantrum, two sulks, three fortifying cups of tea, and four great big hugs. Son No. 3, aged six, learnt to knit and ever the optimist, has decided that his 2 inches of handiwork will be a jumper.
On a creative note, I have been madly knitting flowers. Two from a knitty.com pattern and three so far from the rose trellis bag pattern (thanks Jane). Tomrrow they will be subjected to a hot soapy washing cycle and we'll see what happens. I have also Made a Start on the long-delayed curtains for No. 1 Son's bedroom ... (thanks to my best friend ringing me up and saying bring them over and I'll help you cut and measure. [Thank you!]). The material, lining, hooks and assorted paraphenalia have sat on my sewing room floor for two years. Really, I could procrastinate for Australia if it were an accredited sport.