There is something about putting the first seeds of the year into their own pot of earth that seems to proclaim that the new growing season has finally begun. Trumpet fanfare, please. In my head, I look at these pots and can see a plant bearing beautiful red fruit, ready to be picked and eaten. I can smell the warm fragrance.
The sun came out for the first time this half term, so we headed up to the potting shed. And then back again. A wee bit too cold still. Not to be defeated, I set up a temporary seed area in the house. Little pots of dirt, labelled and covered. A promise of homegrown food. I cannot wait.
I had help. I finished knitting her fingerless gloves last night, so I think she was that little bit more willing to brave the colder temperature. The second glove took me only one evening to knit, which could be a record for me. Continue reading
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