Last week of term. Phew. It feels like we are squeezing everything into it.
The Teen for one is chasing forms for her DofE, and also work experience, ready for after the break. Qualifying to go on to the next stages. I think it’s been an eye opener for her. There is no let up with homework. She is discovering that each teacher seems to believe that their subject is the only one on her timetable. A concept most students will probably sympathesize with. I found her up at 6 this morning finishing her art, that she was working on the night before.
I’ve been squeezing in time to work on my new summer dress. I’ve broken the process down into elephant bites. Doing one bite every evening.
(collar and both sleeves are now attached.)
The bodice is complete, except for buttons and buttonholes. I’m loving the fabric. So soft. I’ve tried it on a few times to check the fitting and I’ve not had to squeeze into it. A good thing for a garment intended for summer days.
I’ve squeezed in time to plant the sweetcorn and half of the squash plants. I’m using the three sister planting method again – sweetcorn, squash and bean. They did really well last year. I have noticed that I can plant the sweetcorn slightly closer using this method and the deep bed. I’ve squeezed 72 sweetcorns in, which even I am thinking may be over the top.
I may yet be dressing the children in dungarees and straw hats, ready to man the stall at the end of our drive.
Salad beds are doing well. Spotted the beetroot coming up that I planted just over a week ago. During the day, I grab five minutes and a cup of elderflower tea, to hand weed an area. Amazing how much I can clear in that time.
When next door’s builders moved my compost bins, they must have muddled up the composts. As a result, I now have a sea of tomato plants making a bid to take over one of the salad beds. Seeds from my passata making last year. I’ve never seen so many tomato seedlings. I can’t squeeze them in, so back to the compost for them.
Along with our resident slow worms. To be admired for their slug eating habit.
I did notice another slug eating friend in among the squash plants. When I planted the spaghetti squash, I sunk the empty pots into the ground beside each plant. Makes it easier to drench the plants, without wasting the water. As I poured water into one pot, last night, a toad popped up. Squeezing through the drainage holes in the bottom. It swam around in the water for a bit, until the water drained through and then it squeezed back down through the holes. Not a bad place for a toad to make its home, I think.
We have a lot of toads in our garden.
And slow worms, which are not really slow.
My theme this week has turned out to be squeeze. With the horrendous attack in Manchester this week, I’ve found myself hugging the children even more. We both have. I don’t think they minded the extra squeezing. Just want to hold them that little bit closer.
Now to squeeze in the rest of my work before end of school and half term begins!
These two have always been pals. They used to play as toddler and pup. First few months, pup grew faster and would send her flying, but soon adapted after seeing the tears. She understood.
Now the pup is an old lady and the toddler has grown into a nearly teen. It’s the girl’s turn to adapt her ways to fit with her dog. Slowing. Shorter walks. No hurry. Always talking.
The bond is strong.
A friendship that helps and supports a girl, like no other could do.