Who lives in a house like this?
With little nooks and crannies to keep items of sentimental value but hasn't yet got round to their artful placing?
With a row of hobbit-like candle-holders made yesterday by FR out of olive wood. Not yet finished..how long will that take, I wonder?
With a stack of white masks that have graced our windows, mirrors and bookcases without any of us knowing who put them there....
With an old barometer that belonged to her grandpa - who tapped it gently every time he passed it. Today, on its cool, indoor wall, it's showing Fair/Very Dry and 20 degrees - pretty accurate, I would say.
With a huge wooden bowl filled with shells collected over the past 17 years from various beaches, now sitting on the lovely, wide window ledge.
Where the buds are opening on the end of the vines, ready to form a shady pergola as the summer months approach.
Where an as yet unidentified climber begins to spread its way across the whitewashed walls
Where a previously unnoticed little cherry tree has put forth a fizz of blossom.
Where a little tiled table provides a lovely view of the house (and all the work that needs doing in the garden!)
Where a busy little pair of birds have built their nest in the outbuilding.
And where some of the garden work tools are little works of art in their own right.
Who lives here? Why Darwin, of course!