I am loving today. It is sunny - for a change. My laundry is drying outside - for a change. There are not too many thoughts flinging around my head - for a change! I am just pottering about getting things done. Not too much, but enough to make me feel I have accomplished something. A fine balance.
I have spent a certain amount of my time alone happily doing more pinwheels -
I am really enjoying using the perle cotton. It is such a thicker thread that I have to use a bigger needle, which means I haven't been drilling a hole in my finger pushing the needle through the layers - for a change. I am not even using a thimble and certainly not missing it. I think I am a perle cotton addict now. There is no going back.
Today's pottering included the garden. I pulled a few weeds, but not enough to make a difference. I watered all my pots, though I must say that my tomatoes are no looking happy. I kept them inside far longer than usual due to the crap weather we had in May but knew they had to go out eventually. Which they did and they have not forgiven me. The shock may have been fatal for some of them. Time will tell. It is just that some of the evenings have been so cool, and days so windy, and rainy that the poor tomatoes don't know what to do with themselves.
The potatoes on the other hand are thrilled with life and growing beautifully. I will show you a photo of them. Much more enjoyable than looking at plants clinging to life - just.
The girls brought the seed potatoes home from school. For lack of a good veg plot we used two extra recycling boxes that were here when we moved in. They seem to be doing the trick.
While outside I also took the time to admire my lavender and the herbs beyond.
I am very happy my lavender looks so healthy for good reason. I planted it last June and it took to its new home very well - until there was an incident involving me, a swingball racket, the phone ringing - and decapitation. It wasn't a pretty sight, but my hardy plant survived and thrived. Yippee!
Finally, take a look at this -
What is it, you may well ask. Well, it's Emily's bed. Or the bed she currently chooses to sleep on. Neither the two 'normal' beds in her room will do. But a sheep skin rug and a fleecy blanket or two on the floor are dandy. Who am I to argue? In my quest to not sweat the small stuff I have decided that if she is sleeping well (which she is), and happy on the floor, then fine. What it does mean is I got to strip the beds in readiness for the guests ahead of time without any worries. There are benefits to even the strangest things.
I am in the process of making a Gooseberry Fool, which we haven't had in almost two years. There is lots of leftover Indian food for dinner and Helen says she is too tired to go to dance tonight after her extremely busy weekend.
You can't see it - but I am smiling.