Showing posts with label paper bark tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paper bark tree. Show all posts

March 29, 2009

A coulourful day;)

I thought you may like a little colour today but a warning that there are colourful ladies under garments further down this post.
Let us begin with the fabulous tulips I purchased the other day in Lidl, British tulips I am pleased to say.
The colours were so intense I thought you would appreciate them
I love tulips when they open up, their colour seems to change, it is almost as though they are cautious and only show their full beauty once they know where they are.
In the home of a true admirer perhaps? One who appreciates the show.
I'm awaiting the other ones opening maybe tomorrow, they are a solid purple at the moment but who knows when they unfurl their petals?
While walking in the park I saw this and had to have a picture. Can you see the eye and the hump? Reminds me of a rhino a little.
This beauty lights up a dark corner of the park, I love the paper bark on it don't you?
And a close up, just because.
As you know I adore colour and I adore dyeing. A little known fact is that Mr Mog and I do not wear bland under garments. I always tweak the colour a little:) My under things were getting a little worse for wear so I purchased 2 packs of new ones at M&S. Here you see the results. Enough to keep me clothed for a while I think?I've put another picture of tulips in between to protect the easily shocked:)

Those purple flowers will be open tomorrow if this sun keeps up.
And here you go, under whatsits in the sunshine. Avoiding the dreaded kn****r word don't want unwanted visitors.
As you can see the sun is shining and it is a gorgeous day here. We are going to look after our grandsons for lunch time as my DD is going to a 90th birthday party. I'm hoping the fresh air helps me breathe, the chest infection is still pretty dire:(

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