Saturday 30 May 2020
Going back to bed at birdsong . . .
A low-in-words Saturday post, as I am sleeping so badly. I was up at 2 a.m. this morning, back to bed at 4.15, still awake an hour later and shattered now . . .
This is son of Spot, one of two male blackbirds who feed their offspring on left-over cat biscuits! Spot (who is partly leucistic and has white spots) was in a dilemma this week as he has his well-grown daughter at one end of the porch (she is TWICE his size!) and his son at the other and both were calling for grub! He didn't know who to feed first.
The cats have little cat couchets about the place. This is by the drying-up wildlife pond.
Flat out cats . . .
I think this is Clematis "Niobe". She would have been a £1.49 special from Morrisons. I am missing getting my cheap summer plants from there.
My English rose "Graham Thomas" is blooming really well this year.
I have lots of Love in a Mist, and have sown more and will probably use the last of last year's seeds to sprinkle in tubs as I haven't any other plants to replace winter pansies etc with, not being able to get to the Garden Centre safely.
Papaver "Mrs Perry" I think.
The last three Pitta breads I made last week. We had them with home-made burgers in the other evening.
The tall yellow standard rose by the gate, over Tara's grave. I call it Golden Showers, but it probably isn't. It flowers all summer long.
I was given half a very large red cabbage, so pickled this jar and have the other half cooked up and in the freezer.
Finally, trying my hand at drawing again. Practice will make perfect.