Sandwiched between days filled with rain and more rain, there was a beautiful day last week. I got up early to see the dense fog completely hiding the tops of the skyscrapers. It burned off throughout the morning and by noon it had become sunny and warm. The weather-woman had foretold the news of this upcoming spot of lovely weather, so knowing it was coming we jiggled our work schedules so that we would be able to make the most of what could be the last nice day of the year.
This was the same day that we headed over to the garden centre to get tulip bulbs, but before that I had already spent an hour and a bit outdoors, reading a book (The Lovely Bones), nice and cozy under a soft tartan blanket, and enjoying a cup of coffee.
I love this old blanket. It comes from Nick’s family and was around before he was born, which means he was covered by it as a baby. I am more sentimental about it than he is!
Here are some shots I took of the very last bits of pretty left in the garden.
Later we worked together out there, but I’ll leave that for another post.
Thank you for dropping over. My thoughts go out to those effected by hurricane Sandy in the US Northeast.