Sometimes it's just too hot outside . . . young Pippi relaxing.
No photo I'm afraid, but I've just gone out for a breath of evening air, and a "scream" of Swifts flew over the house, the late afternoon sun catching the gleam of the feathers on their heads and wing edges like mercury was pouring off them. The sun really made them look like they had headlights! I've said about it before, but the angle of the sun tonight really lit them up and they were just SO beautiful.
My patchwork class went well - lots of chatting about holidays and I diligently pinned and sewed three of the hand-quilted borders and know how to tackle the overlapping batting and what have you on the back - all the components were stitched and then assembled.
It was a lovely drive home, with the pink of the Foxgloves being reproduced in the soaring pink spires of Rosebay Willowherb, and Meadowsweet, Agrimony and a bevy of Umbellifers making the verges glow. It was good to get through Llanwrtyd Wells and see the Mohican Haircuts of the Army pinetree plantings on the top of the Epynts, and the rounded whale-back humps of the heather-clad hills around my home.
When I got home I watered in the greenhouse - much needed - and decided I would sit down at my little patio table with a glass of white wine and a bag of crisps. Both went down very well and it was lovely to sit in the shade and watch butterflies and birds fly above and around me.
I have a little notion about what I may research essay-wise. I need to do a couple of visitations now to see what I can find . . .
It sounds very idyllic in your garden. I spent the morning working mine, nearly eaten alive by mosquitoes! Enjoyable otherwise. Pippi looks very content!
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