Here I am again after a lovely stay in Holland with mother. In December I visited her but I was so ill, that I told her I would be back as soon as I had recovered. So I went in March, which also coincided with my birthday. My mum’s friend invited us for a birthday meal. Mum’s friend is ten years younger.
Here she is on the left and my mum is on the right.
There were appetizers, then a first course, followed by a main and a sweet. All very small portions as mum doesn’t eat so much. Accompanied by a lovely glass of ros’e. The perfect birthday treat.
Today is T for Tuesday, so the above photo is my qualifier as it has a drink in it. I will link up with Elisabeth and Bluebeard at Altered Book Lover and I hope you will join us too.
Now for my postcards:
This one comes from the Netherlands and it is an advertising image from 1972.
It brings back memories as all my friends in school had mopeds like these and were dressed like this girl. In fact I wore mini skirts too, although I didn´t have nice legs like hers. My dad wouldn't let us have a moped. His motto was: nothing in between a bike and a car. To be fair, my sister and I both had driving lessons when we were 18, but daddy wasn't rich and we didn't get a car.
And this postcard came from Germany recently:
It was actually shaped like that, in the shape of a book. Quite novel, isn't it (pun in tended).
Talking about books, I have just finished Robin Sloan's Sourdough. I had read the author's previous book: 'Mr Penumbra's 24 hr bookstore', which I loved, but this book was a little weird.
It's about a young female computer programmer who works on robotic arms. She has no idea about food and how it is prepared. In fact she feeds herself with a nutritional substance called 'slurrie'. She gets given a sourdough starter, which she learns to tend and keep alive. She even learns to bake sourdough bread. But the starter begins to take on a life of its own...
Still on the subject of Holland, I suppose you all know that one of the export products of Holland is bulbs and flowers. It is a country of flowers. People buy flowers almost daily. My mum is never without one or tho bunches of fresh flowers in the house. So the flower shops are big and numerous. Here are some photos of one flower shop in the little covered shopping presinct where mum lives.This is the front of the shop.
The idea is that you pick a few bunches and the attendant wil create a lovely bouquet.
I can't remember what these purple flowers were called, but they are gorgeous.
These are ready combined bouquets
This corner of the shop displays vases and pots etc
I hope you enjoyed our little visit to the florist.
That is it from me today.
Happy T-Day all,