Hello! I'd like to say a big ((THaNkYoU)) for your kind and supportive words on my last post :: it was fun sharing my snapshots with you on that day when my words and thoughts were too tangled to flow. Focusing on the images made me stop and look and appreciate the fact that really my life at this time is a very happy one, if a little muddled and befuddled.I'm still feeling quite ridiculously muddled actually, but have sort of accepted that this is probably just the way it is for now, and that eventually I'll find my way out of the tangle and begin to get things accomplished. For now, I'm just taking my time with things and trying not to get too frustrated with myself. Easier said than done, but I'm trying.
So today :: more flowers. I hope you're not getting fed up with me shoving bunches of flowers in front of you week in week out? I just can't seem to get enough of them at the moment, the September blooms are just glorious.
When I was at the market on Friday, I managed to take a couple of quick pictures to share with you...they were really hurriedly taken photographs I'm afraid as the market was it's usual busy-bustly self and I didn't want to get in the way too much. But I so wanted you to see what I see when I visit Mr Plant Man's stall (I mentioned him last week when I bought the Asters, do you remember?). I just love love love this little bit of the market so much, I'm drawn to this patch each and every time, helpless to resist. Truthfully, I didn't need to buy any more fresh flowers this week as my asters from last week are still looking blooming marvelous.
But I just couldn't help myself. It was the Dahlias again :: they were calling out to me, just begging to be taken home and adored. And for a megre £1.50 a bunch, how could I possibly resist their colourful, flamboyant charms?
Usually Mr Plant Man bunches the dahlias up as single varieties/colours, but on Friday I spotted one single bunch which contained three different kinds of flower. It absolutely had to be mine. No question.
Carrying the bunch home was such a delight :: the stems were tall, so they were pretty much level with my face.
I kept snuffling my nose right into them as I walked along (not an easy thing to do as it happens)
When I got home, I decided they HAD to be put into my red spotty jug, which is quite short and squat. So I snipped the dahlia stems quite short and squat to match, snippety-snip-snip. And into the little jug they went. Heart-a-flutter.
And there they now sit on my dining table, on the stripy runner looking beautiful.
I look at them each day and all feels right in my colourful little homely world.
Edited to add :: a few of you have asked about the crochet heart garland hanging on my fireplace....yes I did make it (quite a while ago now), you can read about it in this post.