I lost my summer basket. When we returned to sunny Ilkley in June I had visions of me floating round the town wearing cream linen carrying my lovely basket from the Oxfam shop fair trade section. Except I couldn’t find the blooming thing anywhere and began to wonder if I’d taken it to Italy in April and left it there. I searched all the wardrobes plus I thought the coat cupboard which was where after several weeks I eventually found it, on a coat hanger and covered by a coat.
The missing basket however prompted me to have a good sort through the penthouse and rediscover a lot of things. Do I need my old running club vest even if it still fits. How many pairs of old trousers do I need for gardening when mostly I just tend the pots on the balcony. And as for my extensive collection of scarves, maybe I need to stop knitting them.
* this is a nursery rhyme that I sung as a child. Oddly I remember the words from 70+ years ago but not where I currently keep my basket.
A tisket a tasket my green and yellow basket. I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I dropped it. Someone must have picked it up and put it in their pocket.
That's cute! I remember that rhyme from childhood too (and many others). Your basket is cute too. I'm glad you found it.
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