Something very strange – and rather wonderful – has happened in my garden. It has been victim of a “guerrilla crochet” attack – or “yarn bombing”. If you’ve not heard of this phenomenon, I promise you it’s a lot less painful than it sounds. In fact, it’s very beautiful!
All sorts of fabulous, gorgeously coloured crocheted “creations” have appeared around the garden: crocheted toadstools covered with ladybirds and butterflies under the trees, crocheted bunting hanging from the summerhouse and Amanda’s shed, crocheted balloons in the trees, crocheted flowers looped around benches and railings.
I even woke up to find I’d acquired a crocheted garland round my hat – for a picture see my last post (about my new friend Natalie’s wedding).
It turns out the masterminds behind the attack come from among our volunteers. They’ve asked me to protect their anonymity – but they did agree to us taking their picture as long as they were allowed to wear woolly disguises!
If you’d like to see their wonderful handiwork for yourself, come and visit soon – it may not be here for long!