And during that weekend at home, I worked out in the gym; I listened to a Nine read the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone while I knit; I helped the same Nine sew a wall hanging/stationery organizer with fabric (and pockets!) we cut from her Granddad's old shirts.
I started making a Fermented Sourdough Bread, which turns out to have an astonishingly long process, although not much more hands-on time than normal (less, in fact, if you still make a bread that requires kneading for ten minutes).
Went for a walk in the neighbourhood and took a few random photos of a lovely old building
Stopped at the florist's next door to this gorgeous bit of heritage and ordered a small bouquet -- forsythia, muscari, pussy willows, all the spring lovelies I could have gathered from my old garden for free, I couldn't help thinking -- which I picked up on the way home. Outside the shop, the owner had scattered rose petals, thus. . .