Between you and me, I don’t feel like I’ve really got going this week. We’re back in the routine of term time. All after-school clubs are running and I’ve scheduled in time to do the things to keep the house running, but it feels like I’m running on automatic.
As usual on a Friday, I’ve looked back through my photos on my camera. To see what kind of week it’s been. Hmm. There are no photos this week. None. Seriously. Zero.
Fortunately, my phone seems to have seen more action. Including a hastily taken photo this morning of the Boy wearing his new mama-made, knitted hoodie. Continue reading
I weaved my way though the towering sunflower stalks, growing in the kitchen garden. Aiming for a flower, in the middle of the patch, to photograph. The others around it were beginning to fade. Petals twisting. Edges drying. This one sunflower bloomed later and was still looking good. Head not hanging down, as if inspecting its feet, like its fading companions. It’s nearing judgement day. Do I bring the sunflower seed heads in, to store for the birds over winter? Soon, I think.
I stepped carefully over spaghetti squashes, growing between the stalks. Mindful of their trailing stems. Not wishing to cut off their last gasps of nourishment. Easier now that the leaves have died back. A sign that the time has come round again to harvest the squashes.
I grab a few apples from a nearby tree to replenish the fruit bowl. A daily routine, now the hornets have gone, or maybe diverted elsewhere. Using my jumper as an improvised apron to hold the red, glistening apples. Continue reading