(Mary Rose in garden)
Ah, yes. The flurry of letters and notes from school, signalling that half term is upon us once again. Echoing the white blossom falling from the trees in the garden. I imagine teachers clearing their inboxes and crossing off their to-do lists, ready for school to break up this afternoon for the week. Passing paperwork and children back to us parents, before they beat a retreat themselves and head through the gates. I hope they have a good break.
This week, has been a series of flurries. Things done in short bursts. Nothing major. All quite simple.
Unsurprisingly, I’ve been out in the garden. Gradually getting plants in the ground. The earth is ready. If I can grab quarter of an hour, then I make progress. I’m growing tomatoes outside for the first time in years. The seed packet stated they were their “happiest” outside. I love the idea of happy tomatoes, don’t you? I’m sure they will be tastier too. Anyway, I’ve got the first batch in, with more to follow.
The sparrows like using my salad beds as a communal dust bath. I’d planted some seed tapes and I think, while the sparrows were bathing, one day, they must have spotted the white paper peeping out from the earth and become curious. One thing lead to another and they dug up a few lines. Not sure if I’ve lost all the seeds. I’ll add another row of the ones they unearthed, just in case.
I’ve finished the left side of my raspberry cardigan and am waiting for a few moments to do the lacey part of the right side. Undisturbed time, as I need to concentrate. Progress is being made, in short bursts.
I altered a charity shop tablecloth, to use outside. Something very satisfying about giving it fresh life. I sat outside and handstitched the edges, one lunch time. Hand sewing is definitely my happy time.
Last weekend was filled with flurries of activity. There was a spur of the moment swimming trip. My husband achieved a new personal best in his running. Cricket was played. Balls thrown for the hound. Long dog walks were had. This good weather is definitely encouraging more outside time. I even moved my office out into the garden for a few mornings, making the hound very happy. Time to slumber in the shade for him, as well as cajole me to play.
We headed down to Cheddar for strawberries and asparagus on Sunday. We didn’t have long, so only a short trip to the Levels afterwards. Strawberries disappeared very quickly.
We had a lovely, long walk, on Thursday with Hero, down to the village to vote in the European elections. Taking the scenic route gave him a good three mile walk, which isn’t always possible on a week day morning. He met so many dog friends. The cherry on the top as far as he is concerned. A perfect start of the morning for us too.
Busy baking too. Mainly for afternoon snacks to stave off the famished feeling when the children get in from school. Theirs, not mine. Along with fruit and cut up veg, I’ve given them chocolate muffins and scones. Also bread rolls with chocolate in the middle, which is an absolute favourite with them. I’d rather they filled up with these homemade goodies than something out of a packet. Prep takes no time and I can grab moments in the day to do it.
(zephirine drouhin in garden)
That’s our week. Flurries of activity, which got things done. I’m looking forward to having everyone home next week, with the added bonus of a bank holiday Monday. As far as I can see the weather is forecasted to be good. Probably more flurries of activity and progress then.
That wraps up the week. Joining in with Anne’s Word of the Week. Flurry seems to do it this week.