Last weekend I worked in our back garden. It's surrounded by high old brick walls, which are overgrown with ivy and vines and roses. The weather was beautiful, and I was feeling a bit like Mary Lennox because a robin kept me company. He stayed close. His eyes were beautiful, and all in all it felt very much like stolen time.
During the evenings I've been doing some simple cross-stitch work with Danish flower thread, from a couple of early, 1960s, Gerda Bengtsson patterns which I changed a bit. When I'm a little tired, her patterns are a really gentle and easy way to pass the time when curled up in a chair with a quilt and a cat. I used some old linen which is a dusty natural colour. They are of a foxglove, and I think the other is a type of veronica but I knew it in German as Gamander-Ehrenpreis.