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Welcome to my blog. I hope it inspires you to try something new as I share with you my crafts and a bit of chit chat.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

My boobs and the Sparrowhawk

Absolutely no connection, but you may recall last year that I was asked to carve a pair of boobs. ....... Well Tony found the 'trial run' pair in the bottom of the tool bag tonight so here they are... Don't blush :-)

As for the Sparrowhawk.   Tony was talking to me when all of a sudden he yelled 'Sparrowhawk...  Turns out that a Sparrowhawk had flown into our hedge where the birds are nesting. Thankfully it came out empty handed  'beaked'????? It was really quite special to see though

Monday, 27 March 2017

Absolutely bushed

Tony and I had a really lovely tea with Alexander and Hannah yesterday.  Those kids can really cook.  It was such a treat to have a proper home cooked meal that I hadn't cooked myself. I do want ask myself though why, oh why, can I wake up several times a night and be fresh as a daisy but when I set the alarm and it wakes me,  I feel like a wrung out rag?  I wouldn't mind if I had drunk half a a bottle of wine the night before. The only drink that passed my lips last night was a bottle of sparkling water as I knew that I had to get up early for work. Hopefully I will sleep a bit longer tomorrow as I am not due at work until 12:15.  Annoyingly, I will probably be wide awake at 05:00.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

William Wordsworth

I love this poem and it feels so very fitting with all the daffodils that are in bloom everywhere

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Happy Mother's Day

Did you get spoilt rotten with breakfast in bed, flowers and chocolates?  I really hope so as it has been the most beautiful day today. I spent most of it in the garden tweaking and twiddling the veggie plot and borders.  Life is popping up all over the place.  We have tadpoles in the pond and a nest of baby blackbirds in the hedge. My garden looks really pretty and although I have some photos to share with you they really don't do it justice.
My garden today  before all the spring colour starts to appear
The tulips are just going over
A chair in the sunshine next to the Daphne Mezereum

The veggie plot today

Saturday, 25 March 2017

A beautiful sunny day

It has been the most gloriously sunny day today. Tony and I went for a walk in the local park with our friends this morning. On the way back we walked past the estate agent and spotted a very nice looking house in our price bracket.... about two minutes drive from here... :-)  It is hardly going to be a huge move if it is still available when we sell this one.  We had a quick drive past to take a look at it and rather liked what we saw so we shall wait and see where we end up. 
This afternoon we spent in the garden... I have set quite a few seeds and if we move I shall take them with me,, if we don't I will plant them here in my own garden.

Friday, 24 March 2017

Somewhere safe

I have put my camera 'somewhere safe'. Now I can't for the life of me find the flippin thing.  I haven't yet sussed out how to transfer photo's from my phone to the computer as the cable doesn't seem to work. I am obviously doing something completely wrong but until Alexander comes over I haven't a clue what it is. I assumed that if they were saved to my google drive then I could automatically access them.  In the meantime all I can do is email them to myself from my phone and then save them on my computer.  It takes ages though and in truth I can't be bothered.  This is really a nuisance as I would love to share the pictures that I took today. I have just spent a fantastic afternoon with some of the walking group ladies.  We have formed our own Curry Club and are learning to cook proper Indian food over at my friend Tripta's house.  There were 9 of us today and a great afternoon was had by all. We thoroughly enjoyed learning how to make several Indian dishes and all had a go at making our own Chappatti's.  Roll on  next month when we get to do it all over again.

The Pheasant

I woke up this morning and wandered through to the spare bedroom for a quick drool over the tidy crafting space.... sigh.......  I happened to look out of the window and there strolling around the garden was the most beautiful pheasant. Several years ago we had a regular visit from a pheasant. My son named him Albert and he popped in to see us for a few months.  When he stopped visiting we were rather sad and wondered whether he had been eaten by the fox... or a local poacher. If this one visits through the day I will take a photo and post it here.

I will leave you with this little outdoor art that I made on Redcar Beach the other year. I think it is needed this week.  Stay safe everyone

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

The Viceroys House

Tony and I went to the cinema yesterday for the first time in absolutely ages.  We used our 'buy one get one free' voucher from Compare the Meerkat. ...It made the cost of going to the cinema very reasonable.
The film we chose to see was The Viceroy's House... it was a good film but was particlarly moving as my friend Tripta was part of the 14 million people that left their homes to make a new life when India was partitioned.  She was only a baby at the time and so doesn't remember any of it, but it broke her heart to think what her own mum went through. Poor Tripta cried throughout the film and it made me stop and consider how I would feel to be forced to leave everything that was dear and familiar to me...... In truth I don't think that anyone who hasn't had to face it could possibly understand it.

Monday, 20 March 2017

Asian cooking

This morning I thoroughly enjoyed the walk with my Monday walking group and then I spent the loveliest couple of hours this afternoon with a smashing group of Pakistani ladies.  They were doing a cookery demonstration and we got to eat the food that they had cooked.  This is the same group of ladies that invited me to their Christmas party and presented me with a lovely gift last year. It was lovely to have a good catch up with them all.

I am now at a bit of a loose end and not sure whether to get some of my wool painting things back out. I really would like to keep the house tidy but have a project simmering away.  My friend loaned me a novel this morning but I know that I won't put it down when I start it.

Yorkshire Petals

My garden is looking absolutely stunning today.  It is full of gorgeous flowering bulbs that I bought on a trip to the dutch bulb fields.... That got me wondering whether there are any UK flower growers so I had a little browse on the internet. I discovered that  Yorkshire Petals is practically on my doorstep... well maybe a couple of hours drive away.  If you are planning a wedding,  why not get in touch with a UK flower grower to see if they can supply the flowers. Little vases filled with fragrant British grown flowers would make wonderful wedding favours don't you think?
 I have lifted this picture straight from their website so that you will recognise it.  Here is a link..... now go and support them and let's start purchasing more home grown goods... How can we provide our children and grandchildren with a secure future if we aren't prepared to support our home grown farmers and growers?


Yorkshire Petals


A small independent grower and florist of gloriously scented British cut flowers.