We had plans today to visit Attingham Park in Shropshire, a National Trust property, primarily for the snowdrops - but despite an early start our plans were thwarted by earlier than expected heavy wintry showers. Quickly, plan B was formed and before the downpour we strolled out through our front door along the old canal route that runs near our house to find clumps of snowdrops awaiting, luminous croci and a chatty robin hanging onto winter's wild ways. Lunch was beetroot soup - not homemade, but delicious and the most gorgeous colour.
Later, sweetpeas were discovered on an upstairs windowsill. I've been promised an obelisk of purple and white sweetpeas this summer. Bliss awaits.
Thank you so much for your rallying comments on St. Benedict. It was a joy to write about a subject I've been interested in for some months and receive such supportive comments. Who cares about a little opposition?
Have a great week friends xo