The hellebores are out. The maroon ones and the white ones. And they make me think that Spring can't be too far away, but then, it is January, after all, and we have another month of Winter to get through first. But seeing the flowers makes me smile a great deal.
My friend Jackie decided that everyone seems to be living rollercoaster lives - too busy and too few hours in the day, so she invited some of us for tea and chat to catch up. The HUGE bonus was that her daughter was there too, with her very new baby, so we all got to cuddle a tiny bundle. He screamed, mind you, when I had a turn, but he was very tired, and once his mother had got him to sleep, he was passed around the room quite happily. It was hilarious, because we all kept checking to see if he was breathing, because he seems to prefer sleeping with his face buried in one's chest.
Yes. It was.
Little fingers. Little socks. Floppy head. Muslin squares draped over the shoulder which always fail to cover the spot the baby will spew milk on to, of course. But, oh, so cute.
A lovely gentle afternoon. 5 of us had, at one time or another, all belonged to our bookclub, and the 2 who still do told us that, in November this year, it will be 20 years old. I was flabbergasted. Was it so long ago I decided we needed one? So they are thinking of having a celebratory meal at the end of the year, and we will all gather together for that.
This post seems to be about time flying and me being amazed. I have no idea why I continue to be amazed. I should be used to it by now. Young ones, everything your mother tells/told you about time flying is true. Take heed, and enjoy this moment to the full.
It has been a lovely, unusual weekend. And now, as I have already eaten leftovers for supper, it is time to head for the couch
Happy Sunday, everyone!