Matthew came back from a dog walk the other day with some branches of blossom for me, spring is on it’s way, hoorah. We have been hearing the screaming of faunicating cats, bouncing off the narrow village street walls for the last couple of weeks, so that’s also another sign that spring is in the air. I put the pretty blossom in an old, found glass bottle and it really gave the room a lift. Also on the table are dried flowers from our pink bouganvilla, a left over reminder of last summer. The glass bottles all sit on a hessian runner made by my sister for Christmas. I love it and by the looks of it so does Sweetie. Now there is one cat not interested in spring fever!