Lilies from Anisa, all tightly furled. One of my favourite things EVER is to watch flowers slowly burst into bloom, and lilies are spectacularly good for this - a miracle on my own mantlepiece. And, just as they reached full perfection, Significant Other asked, sobbing, if we could please throw them out.Pollen allergy. Bah.
My mother, returning from a couple of months in South Africa, bore a box (shaped like a star, coloured crackly antique gold, with a BEJEWELLED top) full of shells.
And Rachael, who is an Autumn, occasionally buys Spring stuff by mistake, and then gives it to me.
2 comments:
I have no idea what 'being an Autumn' is (it sounds too much like a self-help book, and I'm almost certainly a particularly wet and gloomy February) but that scarf or shawl or pillowcase or whatever it is looks pretty autumnal to me.
I like the shells - I love shells and have a collection of sorts myself. . .
the box sounds lovely!
:-)
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