On Monday I planned to join Cathy with a vase of flowers but I could not find anything suitable. I had pruned a plum tree and decided to bring a few twigs in the house. Daughter Dorris demanded an explanation for the ‘sticks’ in the kitchen. Not wishing to be a laughing stock or accused of the kings new clothes I kept my sticks to myself.
Now on Friday these sticks have rewarded me with their rather understated blossom.
On closer inspection each blossom is a cluster of individual flowers
And the twigs are covered in tiny lichens
These are so much more than sticks and I like how the colour blends with the jug they are plonked in.
Have a super day. D.