It's rather strange writing the first post. Especially as the husband hasn't the energy just now to fancy up my blog page and I'm not skilled enough to do it myself. And I do like things to look good so it will have to be one of the many things I've got to learn if I'm to get my rhythm going with this. It took me ages to think of a name. Finally I remembered that once my dad said to me ' ..you're a funny bird Neen' which I took as a compliment, once I'd rearranged it in my mind. It is a good description of me I think, especially now that I've modified it to sound posher. It also relates to my blossoming relationship with nature (excuse the pun!) and to my work which in may ways can be regarded as creating plummage of one kind or another.

Mostly I expect this blog will be about the things that I make or think about making, or wish I had made or am glad that someone else has made. But now I just need to go to bed and mourn the finishing of my book which happened earlier today and had to be brought on sooner than usual as I was in danger of being eaten alive by it! Who could live without stories...