Easter

It was a lovely and unexpected pleasure to read all the kind comments that people had left about my writing. I'm glad to know I am not alone in my self-doubts! Sometimes when I read other blogs the authors seem to be so self-assured and confident in their writing, so it's nice to know I am not the only one agonising over their blog posts!

I have put a few branches of what I hope transform into spring blossom laden boughs in a few days time into my enamel jug from Ardingly. And strung the branches with pretty speckled eggs but because of the sparseness and funny shape of my branches it all looks a bit lopsided. I think next year I will just cut some branches from the lilac or maybe my small ornamental cherry will have grown enough to spare a few branches by then. It just felt too cruel to snip off some of the spindly little branches it has been producing lately despite the fact that they were covered with lovely frothy blossom.

These past few days I have been behind the wheel in London, for the first time since I passed my test 7 years ago! It was rather nerve wracking, but I knew I had to take the bull by the horns. I started off slowly with a trip to the local supermarket (not too bad), then a trip the the garden centre over in Crews Hill (a little bit hair raising - large roundabouts are my nemesis!) and then a jaunt over to Muswell Hill (by now I was feeling quite the pro!)
For the first few trips I would fixate on one aspect (usually the parking or a roundabout) and worry about that aspect throughout the whole journey. But once I had parallel parked several times; the first attempts of which usually involved me exiting the car several times to look at my failed attempt and shake my head in despair, I finally got the knack.
I am now feeling rather accomplished and will probably be an unbearably smug backseat driver for my husband once he wrestles the steering wheel back!