Wednesday, February 03, 2016

The last few days

We have had around 80mm of rain since the 29th, wonderful although some of it did come down a bit hard and fast. At least the garden has had a good soak and the rain water tanks are full. We did have one overflowing gutter which flooded part of the kitchen and I am still drying out cushions from the miners couch, I had left a window open but it has mostly dried up now. I have been having on going back aches from digging a hole in the garden, something once upon a time I would have done with no problems at all. ridiculous. I have been sewing these little patches, not sure what I will do with them but they are in my something useful basket, maybe brooches, maybe not. We walked on Monday morning, the photo of the boats and again this morning but not yesterday as it was teeming, roads flooded, water all over our road but this morning it has miraculously almost dried out. I am trying to sort out one of my work rooms, I think I shut the door after Christmas and havent been back in. Still quite a lot of work to do in it but at least a start has been made. Had a lovely short visit from a friend this morning, she was collecting some wool tops I had no more use for. I dont felt and she does. It really was nice just to see someone other than John!! Sometimes I think I am becoming a bit of a hermit.

3 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

I love your little scraps Penny and think they would make lovely greetings cards if they were mounted on card - they would be so personalised.

Penny said...

I worry about the 'hermit' thing myself. I'm so content working in my studio room or reading or walking. But then there are the days when my I get together with my best friends and we laugh and chat and poor out our hearts and all's right with my world that way also. Take care of yourself. I imagine you'll soon come up with 'just the thing'for your scraps.

Hildred said...

Love the last photo and the molten sea. And your little 'scraps', Penny. I have miniature weavings done by a good friend, now gone, and they are as precious to me as a blanket, or a rug.