Daisies are our silver. . .

The daisies and buttercups remind me of the hymn we sang in junior school.

Woke with a weather headache, a dull pain across my forehead.  Took the hound for a walk after breakfast and before the rain started.

Headache has slowly subsided as rain fell.

Mr and I were having a conversation about the cars of our childhoods.  Their distinctive shapes and engine sounds.  He went upstairs and appeared with a book of cars A-Z from 1945-1970.  Quite a trip down memory lane perusing it.

Watched a fascinating documentary on Netflix last night called The Quilters.  Prisoners in a high security Missouri prison make quilts for foster children.  Worth watching.

Creative endeavor is of huge benefit to the incarcerated or those with troubled minds.  Here in the UK Fine Cell Work a sewing scheme for prisoners has proved beneficial.   Surely the value of art in schools has clear benefits and why it must not be scrapped or sidelined.

Pleasant afternoon and evening everyone.