I used to love candy floss. A big, bright ball of pink fluffiness was a wonder to behold and a tasty caramelised treat. These days my wool duster substitutes such sweet pleasures quite well… minus the eating part. I also love its floofiness.

White wool duster held up like candy floss

Sunny days. Feeling grateful for this level of warmth and joy. Singing practise is turning out well. I’m part of a duet this Sunday praying this beautiful psalm.

Woman with long, silver hair and gold rimmed specs smiling into the cameraNotated composition by Adrian Earnshaw

How alien are these chitted potatoes? After 3 weeks on our priest’s kitchen window ledge they have been blessed enough and are ready to plant πŸ˜ƒ I’ve never grown potatoes before so I’m looking forward to the harvest. I love potatoes!!! πŸ₯”πŸ˜πŸ₯”

A sprouted potato ready to plantClose up of a sprouted potato

The potatoes have been planted. Woo! I had no part in the digging bit. That’s all down to my gardening buddy Keith. He does all the heavy lifting. I just fly in like a potato fairy at the end and pop the tatties in the ground.😊

A raised bed of soil with a line of potatoes planted down the middle. a spade stands in the background.