It escapes me ...

Remiss ...
… lax ...
... lacking ...
… pretty much describes me of late.

With my bloggy posts.

I do have  an explanation …..

….. a defence ...

… of sorts.

A bloggy blank.

A blog block …

… whatever it is called.

I think I've got it.
Can’t think of anything to blog about.

Not for the want of trying ...
I have sat fingers poised over keyboard …

… mind focused …
Waiting ...
Nothing.

Zilch.

Does it happen often?

Not been idle ...

Been very busy in fact ...

... time flies.

Have  so many ideas for new projects racing round in my head.
Just not enough time to bring them all to life.

With everyday stuff taking over.

Had a couple weeks of bit-ing and bobbing …

… doing little bits of everything …

… though lots of nothing in particular.

Just piddling little of interest to blog about.
So readers, please forgive me.

After a cold, windy and dismal April …

 ….. bare trees, bleak borders.

A few days of sun changed everything.

The garden burst into life.

The bees were droning, butterflies fluttering ...
... the fields turned a vibrant yellow…

… seemingly overnight.

Trees blossomed …

… delicate scents wafted …

… perennials sprouted, bulbs sprung.

Garden tools came out of hibernation …..

… I was let loose in the local nurseries (fatal) …

… giddy as a kiddy in a sweet shop.

For a while I could be found in the greenhouse or in the garden …

… sweet pea adorned wellies donned …

… digging, weeding, clearing, planting, sowing seeds and generally pottering.

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Now we are back to the cold, windy and dismal.

I can be found back in the cottage among paper, needle and thread.

Making my little matchbox books …

… but this time with a soupcon of colour.

And vintage children’s annuals.

Snippets of faded fabric ...

… and little vintage ditty’s.

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