~ Yesterday I dug up an accidental potato plant which had planted itself by the compost bins, and which I had been rather whimsically earthing up with grass cuttings. The yield was not large, but there were enough for a small bowl for my lunch, with chopped chives, some mayonnaise and a little tinned tuna.
~ Lately I have been succumbing to Tom's latest teatime (well, winetime really) television quiz indulgence, Pointless, I do like that Alexander Armstrong. Tonight I knew, and the contestants didn't, that Skellig Michael was a UNESCO world heritage site in the Republic of Ireland. This set me to dreaming of that tiny cone of rock in the ocean, where a thousand years ago and more the monks sat out the Atlantic storms and held their precious texts and images to them, living with, and on, the sea birds at the edge of a darkening world, and of how I hope one day to visit it, and climb the long, tenuous stone stairs up to the beehive cells, before the world darkens again.
~ Straightened my blue room up completely at last after the children had been nesting in it, so it looks like this again,
I like seeing it being used to the full and covered in bedding and bears and books and all their junk too, but it's nice to get it back. I took this photo before, in fact, to send to MH, my former student, who gave me the beautiful blue pot that has the fern in. The patchwork quilt was made by my sister Alison, whom we lost last year, for my eighteenth birthday. I only recently took it out of storage, I don't know why I left it so long. My other sister made the small patchwork cushions. The space on the wall above the fern is waiting for a print of Notre-Dame de la Belle Verrière which came from Chartres and which I've still not got around to having framed. (Thanks to Christopher for prompting me to post about the blue room in the last comments.)