The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Sunday, January 01, 2012
Happy New Year one and all
I wish you could smell these hyacinths. They were just bulbs, a present from my uncle, when they arrived in the post a few days before Christmas. Since then it's almost been possible to see them growing as you watch. And the smell fills the kitchen.
A very happy, healthy and blessed 2012 to each one of you. May it be a special year for you.