Wonky

We drove up to Son's house near Dundee on Saturday and went to a bouncy place. Here is Medium Granddaughter swinging on a trapeze, 

and Small Grandson making his dad disappear. It was lovely to see them. 

Supermarkets at this time of year sell bunches of daffodils for £1, which seems terribly little - how much do the growers get?? On the other hand, since the daffodils are there, and cut already, it seems right just to buy some and get a burst of spring in the house. So cheering.

On Sunday we walked in the Botanics, where alpines bloomed in the open glasshouses

and snowdrops flowered outside. Lovely!

I had another bash at making a star with striped fabric - not checked, this time; maybe another day, when I feel stronger - and actually put some thought into getting the stripes going in the same direction. Not quite matching - I don't have that much time to footer about - but considerably better than my previous attempt, which I hadn't really thought about in advance, and which I'm not going to bother changing. The quilt will just be for Mr Life to sit under while watching tv, and he doesn't mind. You know that thing about the Amish putting a deliberate mistake into a quilt to show... what? ... the imperfections of humanity or something. Well, the other star from shirt material was that. Or so we'll say.

And golly gosh, isn't humanity showing its imperfections at the moment, particularly the world leaders? Compared to that, I'm not worrying about a wonky star.