I don’t think I will ever grow bored of seeing my children snap open a peapod and count the peas, before popping the contents into their mouths. All straight from the garden.
Parenting job number 146 complete.
I can almost see the children grow that little bit more.
We’ve been talking a lot about nutrition this week. Recently, I’ve moved us away from snacks that come in little plastic bags and see-through boxes. Unless they’re healthy. More towards homemade or homegrown, again.
It feels like I revisit this on a regular basis. I’ll get us to the point of eating well and then, something happens, and I’m back buying convenience food again. Continue reading
Looking out of the window this morning, my eyes were transfixed by our box hedge. It was liberally dotted with equisite, tiny nets, embellished with even tinier sparkling, clear spheres of water. Arranged with precision. The spiders had been busy. In all fairness, the webs are always there, it just takes the right conditions for them to hold on to the water droplets and put on an eye catching display. Rain in this case.
“Oh! Look at the spider webs. They are so pretty“, I beamed.
My husband didn’t look up from his coffee duties. No need. Spider webs in the box hedge are hardly ground breaking news around here, and we are talking about the first coffee of the day.
“Yeh. Getting autumnal,” as he poured the coffees into cups.
Nooooooo. What? Continue reading
The poppies have been a big success in our garden this year. A few, galiant stragglers, but most are now seedheads. I love to see the transformation. As they lose their petals and dry, the pepperpot holes are pulled open. Perfect for the featherweight seeds to escape and scatter.
I’m hopeful that there’ll be even more next year. In different parts of our garden too. The best way to ensure this dream? Present the seedheads to the youngest member of the family and leave him to do the rest.