More often than not it has been raining...
The garden is glad and the pond people are all glad, but the pigs aren't so chuffed...
The Bean Tree is also pleased, because the rain shows it off Very Well Indeed making its green shine...
Half-way through Sunday (wet day), M and I announced a visit to the local Brickworks Museum. This was greeted (as you'd expect) with Boundless Joy And Enthusiasm by the one child in the house at the time, who then spent the next half hour finding every reason under the sun why he shouldn't go. Honestly, he has the kind of linguistic skills that wouldn't be out of place in a courtroom. I am thinking of hiring him out to show would-be barristers how it's done. Worn down, I surrendered, and M and I went on our own, and had a Thoroughly Lovely Time (and a piece of coffee and walnut cake washed down with hot choccy afterwards).
Who knew bricks were so interesting?
I did think at one point we might not escape with our lives when M made the mistake of asking the lovely old chap who was manning the museum why some bricks are yellow and others red. We were the only visitors and half an hour later even the old boy's eyes had glazed over as he painstakingly explained every step of the process. I had to walk away because I got a fit of the giggles at the look of constipation on M's face. He won't make that mistake again in a hurry :o)
It was still raining when we got home to discover L in exactly the same position we'd left him three hours previously, slouched in a chair in front of the computer with his feet up on the wall (which explains the previously unsolved mystery of why that wall and no other is so filthy).
I declared my intention of sewing, because the patchwork that was to be a bag had decided to turn itself into a small quilt for cool evenings on the sofa and was calling to me.
As you can see, my Sewing Area is the Epitome of Neatness And Order....
The new quilt is a rag-tag-and-bobtail affair, made from off cuts from old pieces of fabric that were too small to be used for anything else (as per the origins of patchwork) so it has cost me virtually nothing to make (cue High Smugness) and at the same time has shrunk my admittedly large fabric stash which is now reasonably respectable (and has room for more again now :o) ).
It took me hours to cut all the fiddly little squares (380!)...
Ive finished it today and am Pretty Chuffed with the results...
I have got ahead of the game by washing all L's school stuff, including PE kit (which has lasted three years- the shorts that were like a sack on him are now hot pants. It is probably time to get some more). I have also got him a new school bag and some new walking boots today. The walking boots required a small mortgage which gave me palpitations until I tried them on, realised they were a) extremely comfortable and b) will fit me when he grows out of them next week. I baulked at getting school trousers because his ankles will be out of them in six weeks judging from the way he's shooting up.
Harmony has returned to Dog World in the form of games of Tug of War round the sofa with the pheasants as the rope...
And in the rare moments when the sun has popped out the garden has provided enough drama to out-do a soap opera (well, nearly). There was a Near Miss when this hoverfly was so busy nectaring on the buddleia that he almost didn't see Marjory (our resident crab spider- I give them names to make them less scary) poised to pounce... Luckily he noticed her in time and disaster was averted. I don't feel too bad for her- only yesterday she caught a waspy-type thing which I assumed would keep her going for ages, but I can't find it anywhere so I wonder if she's stuffed it down her tummy already? No wonder she is so round. Crab spiders are interesting things- they have the ability to alter their colour to fit their background. Perhaps Marjory is colour blind?
The flutters continue to visit in good numbers. This Comma lives in the tree at the bottom of the garden and regularly glides over the top of my head. I often wonder if it's an attempt to ooosh me away.
|Spot the Brimstone|
I am Very Intrigued by this bee. I've seen several of them this week and need to get off my backside and go and find out what species they are (unless any of you can save me the trouble?) *UPDATE* thanks to Ragged Robin for letting me know this is a Leaf Cutter Bee, which is fab because I've been wanting to see one for ages!
I also found ten baby fish in the fish pond today, which was a surprise. I hoiked three out by mistake when I was removing weeds and had to return them to the pond. Their parents are ginger but all the babies are brown. Do they lighten with age I wonder?
Poppy found the whole experience fascinating, and then took herself off for a rest on the table afterwards. Sshh, don't tell M because we're already in trouble for snuggling on the sofa watching Humans together last night. I hid her under a blanket and she played dead so we thought we'd got away with it, but Apparently Not. I have been told if I want to cuddle the dogs at night from now on I have to do so on the floor :o(
There are still blooms in the garden, although now it has a distinctly back-end of summer feel to it. Perhaps I need to go and get some new things to brighten the place up a bit?
|Hyssop grown from seed this spring- the bees are loving it|
|Calendula, self sown from last summer|
|Wild Carrot in the wild flower turn patch.|
I'm hoping to get Bop tomorrow (or possibly Weds). Will let you all know...
Hope all are well?