Saturday, 12 June 2010
A joyful jug of roses
At our favourite pub they serve table water in lovely carafes of different colours. My mother always makes a specific request to have our water in one of the green jugs, as the colour makes her happy. We have come to refer to them as Green Jugs of Joy.
Wouldn't it be lovely to try and buy a Green Jug of Joy for Mama's birthday my sister and I had said to one another on the Eurostar a couple of weeks ago. Last weekend when Mr Teacakes and I were visiting for a sunshiney lunch I asked the Landlord if he might let me buy one of his happiness-inducing green jugs...he said no...but insisted that I take one away free-of-charge and warned his staff not to rugby tackle me as I carried it away across the green. (For some reason this exchange made Mr Teacakes look about him for a hole to swallow him up, for reasons that are too exhausting to go into...although we now joke that I might next ask the landlord if he would consider selling some of his nice old garden wall to me...or perhaps the chimney breast...or the particularly nice supporting wall that runs through the centre of the pub).
This week my sister and I plotted to fill the green jug with fuchsia roses, wrapped it in lime and pink paper and hinted at what was swaddled inside with a limey green ribbon. I'd never previously found the green of the jugs particularly joyful myself. But while it sat in my sewing room for an afternoon waiting to be given I did feel peculiarly jolly.
The jug was joyfully received to the sound of much squeaking. Hurrah! We have promised to repay the kind pub landlord by eating and drinking even more regularly in his lovely pub...oh dear. This could be a summer of much hardship.
Wishing you a sunshiney weekend,
NB: I have discussed at length the spelling of the word 'sunshiney' with my sister and have reached the conclusion that my deliberate misspelling of it is acceptable for informal use. Removing the 'e' from it to make it proper, steals the lovely yellow roundness of the word and, as my sister said, doing so reminds her of the word 'shin' which she only remembers is a part of her body when she accidentally bangs it.
PS: In an unprecedented fit of blog housekeeping I have overhauled my list of blog links. I actually read hundreds, but I've put up an edited selection and promised myself that I will rotate them more regularly...so perhaps you might find something new and lovely that you like to read in there. Additionally, I have dispensed with my headless 'this is me' photo...and daringly chosen to give myself a face. I may revert to sidebar anonymity if you all disappear though...sometimes it's nice to speak from the safety of someone who can only be visualised as facelessly lolling around next to a wall wearing a handmade apron, but I'll let you know if those wearing a head have more fun in a week or so.
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