Colours of the Day

Wednesday morning saw us in school for Open the Book. Afterwards, the school went straight into a quick hymn practice ahead of a special service next week.
They sang Colours of Day -  which was a bit of a blast from the past. We joined in with the words we could remember, but failed to match Year One for enthusiasm and volume!

On Thursday we woke up to a winter white world. Overnight the temperature had plummeted to -5 and the trees in the distance were coated in a delicate covering of hoar frost. The bottle lanterns that hang on the fence had transformed to translucent shades of pastel.


Ice crystals added extra interest to the garden ornaments.
I went out and broke the ice on the bird bath and added some warm water to stop it from re-freezing, so that the birds could have a drink, and permit the starlings to perform their morning ablutions.

The low temperatures will suit the olives, which need the temperatures to drop to around -5 to keep them healthy.
If the temperatures go too low we will need to move them into the summer house until it warms up. If they stay in there too long I will forget about them and they will surely fade away from neglect.

Later I got a Whatsapp message.
The school had found an unexpected item,
a lovely piece of multicoloured knitting.
Was it ours?
Indeed it was.
Gorgeous colours and definitely not produced by me - far too neat and tidy.

In the afternoon DH goes shopping and asks what shopping I would like. The daffs on the dining table have reached the point of despatch to the compost and I request replacements.

"Can you get me some daffs, and something to go with them - like carnations"
A big ask for a non-floral husband.
It would be interesting to see what he purchased.
Later, I receive a text with a picture of some flowers and the question
"Any good?"
I try to imagine these coloured carnations with daffs, and fail.
I ring him.
"Are there any pink carnations?"
"What does pink look like?"
A good question. How do you describe colour to the colour blind?




DH sends a further picture.
I ring him back, and we discuss the relative merits of the flowers in this second picture.
"Can you get some Gysophilia as well?" I suggest.
Bright pink, yellow, white - colours of the day.
What can possibly go wrong?






He returns having completed his mini supermarket sweep.
I arrange the flowers.
Some go in the bay window.
The vase containing the rest is placed on the dining table.
It is only then that I realise that the colours of the flowers may go with each other,
but they don't exactly go with the table cloth!

Moral of the tale - colours of the day don't always live in perfect harmony.