Nothing Surprising

Not sure where I am heading with this cluster of camellias, but I'll let you know.

 To be honest, there's nothing in this post that will surprise you.

Apologies.

I'm still fashioning frippery from camellias

and mildly obsessed.

 That blue dye isn't leaving me any time soon, either.

 

 I've returned to the chalkface, so the House of Flora looks like a moment-frozen-in-time.

Unresolved issues.

 This afternoon tea is low-calorie.

 I spent the last day of my summer vacation

with Flora's 90 year-old-house muse.

Whose vet appointment only revealed that he

only had dog sinus, not some sort of lung disease.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I was relieved.

I spent my first day back at the chalkface partaking in some

literacy capers, whereby I had an intense discussion entailing

if a scientist says he is surprised by a discovery, could that mean the same as saying he is excited?

And, what is an axolotl?

Who would imagine?

 What are we thinking?

Could be described as a surprising change from a foam poupee?

 Brought the grape jelly to fruition.

Hard going, considering the recipe said boil for ten minutes,

and it took fifty minutes to gel?

Does anyone agree that recipes don't really teach you how to cook?

Nothing surprising.

Slightly softer than I'd hoped.

But three jars dispatched to fellow workers.

Found them at lunch break, spreading it atop a blue cheese on a cracker.

What lovely enthusiasm.



I'll report back.

When I've got some more news.