What a bleak week for news; predictions of a winter of discontent, racism rearing its ugly face yet again on the football terraces, the Queen voicing her concerns that leaders are all mouth and trousers (I'm paraphrasing), and terrorism in Norway and on home turf, resulting in the murder of 5 Norwegian citizens and British MP Sir David Amess. I'm sure I'm not alone in wanting to push a big button marked RESET or REWIND.
We also watched - and abandoned - the widely publicised Squid Games. I'm no shrinking violet, but even I felt that the violence was gratuitous, even allowing for the subtext (which somehow felt a little patronising and something of an excuse to me). Life's too short for such stark TV viewing.
We've been recovering still from the so called "super cold" in circulation and my back has been playing up, so, aside from a couple of walks, my extra curricular activities this week would be best summarised as "pottering" often at a 70 degree angle.
As an antidote to the last 7 days, this post is going to be about light and colour.
I purchased next year's tulips from Ashwood Nurseries.
First up, the beautiful peony flower, two tone, rhubarb and custard variety Wirosa.
Next, the rather exotic sounding and looking Ali Baba to complement the Wirosa tulips.