Daffs in a milk jug
Ok, prepare for a daffodilathon – here is the first of many. I found this little milk jug in an antique shop in Buckingham and it spoke to me because of the tonal range it allows. So, that was the morning. The afternoon is going to be spent preparing for our upcoming return to Thailand and Cambodia in the form of rifling through drawers and cursing that extra inch that has crept onto my waistline since I last wore my summer clothes. (No smart-alec comments please).
have a fantastic time! We’re just back from a trip to India and Nepal – magic!