Tuesday, February 19

Hyacinth fork

That wasn't the intended title for this post which was going to be about an intense craving I have, usually a few days after some huge meal, for fresh pineapple, which can only be satiated by a trip to the local supermarket. This time it was also for a certain flavour of honey. Weird. However, I've just noticed that the snap has included my rather lame method of supporting one of the stems of a hyacinth. Any more than four visitors for a while and they'll be eating with spoons!

Only in the village . . .

I mean, where else would you find this on your doorstep one frosty morning?