Starting with the kitchen sink. This is my old kitchen sink. If I was forced to choose my favourite kitchen sink (not sure why I would ever be forced to choose), this would be the sink. Thirteen years ago, we took a day trip over to Wales, to a factory in the middle of nowhere and picked it up. Each sink is big enough to take the huge baking trays that fit in the Aga. Perfect when you need to soak them.
Last year, we finally refitted the kitchen, after knocking down walls. I had the choice, my sinks or a dishwasher in the kitchen. Hmm. I found a single belfast sink, that would take my pans, and the dishwasher moved in. The old sinks sulked outside over the winter and eventually the inevitable happened – one developed a crack. Oh well perfect as a herb garden.
Today, I planted them up with the herbs I bought recently. It is positioned not far from the kitchen and I am sure it will carry on being my favourite kitchen sink. They did look a lot cleaner when they were in the kitchen.
Also been busy trying to solve my mole problem today. I forgot to plant my onions and garlic this year. I had decided that it was probably too late now and had resigned myself to none this year. Renee (Thank you! Windmills to follow) came up with a suggestion, from her father, that planting onions around the outside of the garden deters the moles activity. I had nothing to lose by planting, so in went 75 onions and three bulbs of garlic.
I also bought a sonic mole deterant, which has just increased the cost of my vegetables by about 400%, but I was feeling desperate. In the area I have put it, I cannot see any new activity, while the sweetcorn have definitely been revisited. I have now planted the bulk of onions in this area. If I see no new mole tunnels, then it won’t prove that any of these methods have worked. It could just be that next door’s cats have got lucky. You never know, maybe I’ll get some onions after all.
There are some wildlife in our garden, which although they have munched through my spinach and rainbow chard (oh well, better plant more) are treasured by at least the small boy. He has even supplied on-board snacks, in his pocket, for it in the form of grass.
Finally, I’ve cracked it. After years of looking enviously at crocheted items and seeing my own daughter getting the hang of it, I have figured out how to do it. Yeh! Its quite easy really. My final straw inspirations were seeing Emma’s blanket and my father saying that my Great Grandmother had been very proficient at it. Hey there’s no stopping me now. Weeee!
Book we used is Kids Learn to Crochet. Simple and clear illustrations, that worked for us.