TULIPS, SOURDOUGH, MANDALAS...OH, AND SNOW!
I've been treating myself to tulips, for which I'm a bit of a sucker, with this delicious bunch reminding me of rhubarb and custard sweets f or some reason. My affection for tulips at this time of year stems from the fact that they don't elicit itchy watery eyes and snotty, sniffly noses, symptoms that daffodils do. Having said that, I have some Tete a Tete in the kitchen that will be coming into flower soon, so better stock up on the tissues.
This bunch also called to me.....well, you can't have too many can you?
pattern one for it's design and colour palette and it proved to be an easy little make.
Lovely, bubbly dough.
Foodbodsourdoug, as it allows you to see how bubbly your dough is, which is a good indicator as to whether it's ready for baking.
My sister gave me an Amaryllis for my birthday and it's just come into flower in the last few days. This beauty if called 'Double Dragon' and I so wish that my camera picked up the actual colour, which is a glorious scarlet.
Mr. managed to brain himself on a loft hatch last week. He's putting out for sympathy here.
I heard this loud bang, then Mr. yelling for me and when I reached the bedroom, he was standing with blood pouring from his head. We managed to stem the flow, but would he go to the ER....no, he flatly refused! It put paid to his DIY plans, as I insisted he just sit out the rest of the day, which he did, bless him. Yes, I put that rather jaunty dressing on his head...I think I missed my vocation in nursing, no? He is on the mend, but still has problems sleeping on his left side, which worries me a bit.
At last, it snowed in Somerset and we had a pretty good covering, which I loved because I'm a great big kid at heart....crunching through deep, virgin snow just floats my boat. I spared Mr. a snowball fight, just in case I hit him in the head and knowing my throwing skills, that was pretty likely. He doesn't like wearing hats, but sensibly encased himself in one for work and walking the dogs. There were a few stalwarts out walking on the worst days and plenty of families on the hillside with sleds, which was lovely to see. It was almost totally gone after forty eight hours, which I have to say, is about all I needed to feel that we have had a proper winter.