Drug of Choice
Wed 16th, Nov, 2016
Oh dear. I just sat down with a cup of tea (and a bowl of dry Frosties, kill me now) and opened up a blog I have been following for 15 years when the internet was small, blogs were but diaries, Facebook was but the figment of some whipper snapper’s imagination and the blogging phenomenon started with the little craft community coming together to share bits and bobs. Anyway, I noticed the date on the entry of this blog and omg how can it be the middle of November? Clearly I took the hibernation thing literally this year and cocooned myself away for the Sydney Winter. What a shame, it seems boot wearing season flew by and I didn’t appreciate it (though trust me I’ve worn the Boots from the U S of A pretty much every day)…all of a sudden it’s November and soon all will be hot. Trays of cherries (Australian) will be piled up outside of greengrocers, mounds of mangoes will be on every corner and in off the ferry our little town will be visited by many from near and far.
It’s been a while since we’ve had lovely flowers in the house so at the I treated myself to a few bunches…when I got them home I thought I’d put together a few vases for here and there. I like to prep the flowers first, then make a cup of tea (or pour larger, stiffer, more potent drink of choice), gather supplies (such as vase, string etc), turn on broadcasts from the BBC, enjoy the company of a small pup and see what happens.
Flowers. My kind of medicine.
p.s. the house we were after fell through, however it turned out to be a good thing, as these things sometimes do and hopefully by early next week we’ll have another one, it’s needing just as much love that’s for sure..