Change of scene, maybe this will make Spring arrive

So, the die is cast, the ficus is now on the patio for better or for worse, possibly a little too early, but she was dropping leaves rapidly, a sure sign she needs to be outside and letting her roots down through the pot to spread in the earth.

That means her crystal beads, gift of Kate H., which hang on the branches and catch the morning sun, sending rainbows around the room, had to come off.  So the beads are now in a crackle vase on the kitchen windowsill and catching the afternoon rays, little rainbows again, very cheering when the wind is bitter out there.

 
It's the kind of weather that looks pretty, bright sunshine, and wind, and when you go out walking you'd better keep up a brisk pace.  Then once home and warm again, amazing how easy it is to drop off when you're officially reading Amy Tan's memoir. 

 And now that the ficus is outside, that space has become a cosy corner set up for just such a purpose. Cat included, since he campaigns for a drink of milk when tea and books appear.