April 14th, 2006

gertrude

Good Friday

When I was a child, no one did anything at all on Good Friday except go to church, and that was for grown ups only. First thing in the morning, very early, my father would go to the baker's at the end of the street to buy the hot cross buns, which we had for breakfast. This was such a ritual that even now I will not eat a hot cross bun on any other day. In earlier, keener times, I used to make my own: heigh ho.

Yesterday I had a phone call from a carpet company asking if they could come and measure up today. Now, I strongly disapprove of doing this sort of work on Good Friday. OTOH I have procrastinated long enough over the carpet (for our projected Bookroom, watch this space!) and want the job done. Then again, why should I mess up these chaps' arrangements and their business with my scruples? So they are coming and I feel a hypocrite.
countrygirl

Hey nonny-nonea

Nonea lutea, that is. I fell for this little charmer years ago, when I had a passion for weedy looking plants, and it's been with me on and off ever since. Mostly off, as although it is a biennial it's not very reliable and you might not see it for five years. This specimen I found seeded into the gravel in the cold frame and transplanted. It has spiky, blistered-looking leaves, which I find highly irritant. It is related to the pulmonarias, which grow like weeds here, as do common primroses. We have thousands of them but I have trouble keeping the doubles and other prized varieties. Worth growing when they look like this:



It was quite mild this afternoon, though inclined to rain at any minute, and I should have done some work in the garden but I was too tired. So instead I picked some flowers for Easter decorations. I filled a small ceramic log with moss, primroses and violets: very pretty but the photo was rubbish. huskyteer helped me decorate this Easter tree:



Er, it looks better in real life.