S'cuse me for a minute- I need to have a private conversation with Mr Cro of http://magnonsmeanderings.blogspot.co.uk/ fame. **waves**.
I've tracked down the stripey pears that you admired from yesterday's post. They're delightfully called "Humbug" (Pysanka) and they originated in the Ukraine. Very sweet and juicy apparently and even the young shoots are stripey! I'm sure you'll be able to track one down!!
This has been a public service announcement for pear lovers of the world!
I mentioned the Malvern show in yesterday's post. I was very frugal whilst I was there and although I could have cheerfully spent hundreds of pounds on trinkets and gorgeous stuff, I was a good girl and just observed, gasped, cooed, stroked, appreciated much stuff of a beauteous nature and cried quietly into my scarf.
One of the stalls I couldn't get away from, was one which showcased lots of carved wooden treasures. I have a bit of a 'thing' for owls, and my lovely Mum treated me to this gorgeous fella!
The blurb stages that "each owl is individually carved ..." and "set in a Jempenis log with its original bark still intact". It is then treated with teak oil to protect it from the elements. He looks very at home on the shed I reckon and is keeping a watchful eye on any potential garden shenanigans.
I also have a bit of a 'thing' for sculptures of hares and really want to get a moon gazing hare statue for the garden (on our new patio don't cha know - ooh that's finally finished! Will do a tadahh post tomorrow hopefully). Next to the owls on the same stand, was a veritable drove of carved wooden hares of all shapes and sizes and all very beautiful. One in particular called to me. I don't know what it was but I found myself stroking his nose! (yes I know I'm very odd and don't mind admitting it!!).
As I'm a very spoilt brat, and to my complete surprise, that very hare found his way home in the same bag as my little owlet! Man justified this frivolous purchase having apparently 'done a deal for the two'. I was very
cross with him for about 2.1 seconds, but then I found myself stroking his nose again (the hare, not the Man) and all crossness was forgotten.
The full Harvest Moon was out in all its glory last Saturday night, so, as fitting as this was, I took the hare outside and let him gaze......(as this rather rubbish photograph details!).
See you tomorrow, men in white coats permitting .......
ooh p.s. - if you share my love of carved wood, check out the website http://www.timber-treasures.co.uk/index.html . I am in no way associated/affiliated blah blah blah to this company however they really do have some wonderful items which would be perfect for Yule gifts.