I'd like to say something profound about
all the doors and windows opening ahead for this busy bee
but as we've just handed her back fed, watered, and in one piece after
a weekend staying with us while her parents went to a wedding in Cornwall
I may have to come back to you on that one.
Great photos, you're a brave soul babysitting all weekend.
ReplyDeleteLovely metaphor, lovely little one.
ReplyDeleteLucky you ! What were the crushed petals going to become ?
ReplyDelete"Perfume". But in truth, compost.
DeleteLove the view from Standen ... and the bothy and the exquisite textiles. Last time we visited we added to our collection of NT roofscapes and enjoyed spectacular views over the Weald. I used to constantly find petal potions composting under my daughter's bed. Have you visited Old Soar Manor? Beautiful windows and there is an interesting circular walk to it from Ightham Mote.
ReplyDeleteWe used to go to Igtham Moat quite often with the children. I don't think we ever went to Old Soar Manor - we must rectify that. We were just too late to get into the house at Standen last time. Such a shame.
ReplyDeleteI do like that first stained glass window.
ReplyDeletePink petal perfume - the joy! I remember it well, as she will do too I expect. I love the effect of all the vegetation behind the stained glass.
ReplyDeleteRose water, licorice water - anything we could put in bottles of water, steeping for no time at all, therefore always a disappointment to us impatient children! But the fun was also in the collecting and preparing.....
ReplyDeleteBeautifully shown and told. xo
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