I have just returned from three days in Paris where I was privileged to see things of breathtaking beauty. I was not really aware of Hiroshige until I spent several hours in the Pinacotheque – you should try to see the exhibition if you possibly can.
The mist is low this morning; a heavy, cold, dampness that wants to sink into my bones. It is silent, with only the occasional brave bird somewhere out in the greyness.
This time last year I was getting ready to return to South Africa; now it is five and a half months since my mother died. I need to talk to her this morning. And I long to be with my friend BER. I am suddenly overcome with fear that I will never see him again in this life – one day there will be a phonecall, or worse still an email telling me he has gone, and I will only have the sound of his voice in my head.
The lavender bushes flowered well and when I pruned the bushes in August it seemed like a good idea to use the cuttings – lavender sachets and lavender fire bundles! Making small pouches is trickier than I realised, but thanks to the internet and Handmade Jane these are the first attempts: