Sweet violet

This violet is clinging to a brick wall in our front garden, and it gives me pleasure every time I walk past it, as I did this afternoon when Smithers and I went out for a much-needed stroll.

I’m feeling really fragile at the moment. Stupidly, I’ve lost a precious item from my craft room – possibly in the recent grand clear up. It’s a bone paper creaser which belonged to Smithers’ father, and is a treasured memento from the family printing business which closed in 2010. I’ve searched the craft room from top to bottom, checked every drawer, and also the waste bin, and have even gone round the house looking in unlikely places in case I’ve put it down somewhere without thinking.

It’s really shaken my confidence, and I feel quite tearful, which I know is silly, but it’s the emotional attachment to it which is making me upset. I shall have to take Smithers’ advice and leave it for tonight and have another look tomorrow. Common sense tells me it’s still somewhere in the craft room, but I expect I will rummage through the kitchen waste bin bag tomorrow if it doesn’t turn up, before it goes out to the dustbins for collection, just to make sure it hasn’t been accidentally dropped in there …