A rustic bower..

Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
That peeping from thy rustic bower
The festive news to earth dost bring,
A fragrant messenger of Spring.
A bit of Coleridge to heighten the tone!!

Rushing around today but I did get in a very muddy tramp down an old green road and I was just amazed at the flowers - great clumps of primroses, daffodils, wood anemones and bluebells all jostling on the banks of the stream. So pretty.

And would you believe it, after the ironing of the napkins for the Ladies' Book Club no-one used them!!!

My turn to cook, and then we're off to see the Exotic Marigold Hotel.