Wings

A lazy garden blip. No idea what these are but they are very pretty. The garden is filling with colour now. Extra, for fans only: I don't think Mystère is going to be happy about leaving here. He loves having his own garden. Although I just saw a previously unknown cat strolling across the terrace. Luckily Mystère did not.

Another lazy day, still nowhere near warm enough to go to the beach. While I was knitting, I listened to a Radio 4 Programme, Archaeology of a Storyteller, in which archaeologists, and Garner's wife Griselda, talked about the importance of place and ancient objects in Garner's work, along with some readings. It reminded me that I really need to re-read some of his work -- he is so much more than The Weirdstone of Brisingamen. I can highly recommend The Stone Book Quartet. But I've never read anything of his I didn't like.

Hopefully tomorrow will be more exciting/photogenic ...