Bits and bobs

I came across this mended bowl on F/B the other day, and so looked it up, the idea is rather good.....

As a philosophy kintsugi can been seen to have similarities to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, an embracing of the the flawed or imperfect. Japanese æsthetics values marks of wear by the use of an object over time, this can be seen both as a rationale for keeping an object around even after it has broken, and as a justification of kintsugi itself, highlighting the cracks and repairs as simply an event in the life of an object rather than allowing its service to end at the time of its damage or breakage.  Wiki entry.

This photo is from the old house, a collection of flowers taken from the garden, with the big lamp I should have picked up but never did, a birthday present. I also collected those old brown Mason jars, storing flours in them, making elderflower 'champagne' in its season (soon to be with us), potpourri of course but the ingredients became too expensive.  Sweet williams are a favourite, they are such fussy little flowers, curled tight in their rosette of leaves, and I planted them in this garden to.  I miss the old roses their deep colours, the striped purple and white one, clear yellows and pinks, to wander round a garden when the roses bloom is to touch beauty.

These I picked the other day, Cape Daisy, the flower that opens and shuts with the day, bronze fennel, wallflowers of which there is always an abundance, and right at the back a wild form - cheiranthus a bright orange-yellow.

I have not spun for months, preferring to knit up the wool that accumulates into a blanket, but yesterday sorting through my baskets found this silk for spinning, this photo captures its lustre.  The blackbird's broken  blue egg nestles for a moment, just writing that and I notice the words nest/nestles echo each other.  The parents are both feeding busily in the garden, so if that sparrow hawk keeps away we should have more birds.