I bought some old gardening books recently; this one in particular caught my eye because it combines two of my interests: plants and language.
It contains some fascinating information about the origin and meaning of plant names.
I know all this can probably be found easily on the internet, but it’s much more exciting somehow to read it in a book from 1923.
This is what it’s like here: cold, dark days. Those quiet, still days between Christmas and New Year when I can finally get round to doing some of those things that work has pushed into the background.
I’ve just finished reading ‘Black Chalk’ by Christopher J Yates. Difficult to stop reading at times, though my concentration wavered somewhat towards the end.
It’s always difficult to decide what to read next, but I think I’m still in the mood for crime and thrillers. Still trying to get ‘The String Diaries’ and ‘Written in the Blood’ out of my system. (I’ve even started trying to learn some Hungarian vocabulary!)
I think I’m going to try ‘The Coffin Trail’ by Martin Edwards next, as I’ve just been looking at some old photos of the Lake District and wish I could be there right now … sitting by a crackling log fire of course!
Walking in the country yesterday; the sun came out suddenly and lit up the landscape. Amazing colours! This photograph doesn’t really do it justice but it’s the best of the bunch in terms of the colour.
There are still some flowers in the garden at home … just hanging on in the last of the warm weather, I suppose.
Oh, and reading Written in the Blood by Stephen Lloyd Jones, after really enjoying The String Diaries.