Goodness! Where has that week gone? I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Platinum Jubilee Weekend celebrating the reign of our wonderful Queen Elizabeth II - all the pomp and circumstance, the pageantry, the music, dancing, the quirkiness and eccentricities that come with being British. And as for that little sketch between Her Maj and Paddington Bear - well, it was quite the most delightful thing I’ve seen on television for ages! And the drone light show at the end of the Jubilee concert was brilliant. In fact, it was all rather brilliant. Yes, I am a Royalist and long may it all continue.
Heather and Ollie returned to Kent yesterday after a week of scooting around Shropshire looking at areas to house hunt in when they return permanently in eight weeks’ time. They left behind two boxes of books (medium), one motorbike (large) and one cat (small) who hasn’t quite made up his mind about his Uncle Bambino but at least he is tolerating him. Bambino is very keen to be friends. He’s been trying his hardest to curry favour with Harris and, despite receiving a few punches in the face, is determined to be a kitty chum. He is like, ‘C’mon Harris! Come and play with me. It’ll be great!’
In the garden, the baby blue tits have fledged and have been peep peep peeping very loudly ALL day. They’ve been testing out the bird tables, learning how to eat sunflower seeds from their parents, and crashing into windows. Fortunately, there have been no casualties or concussions. There have also been sparrow babies causing a riot, and Woodpecker Jnr made its appearance yesterday, all squat and fluffy, clinging onto the bird table pole as if to say, ‘Well, now what?’
The fox gloves are flowering en masse…
…and the bees are loving them!
I’ve had another rearrange of the greenhouse and the petunias, dahlias, nigella, lobelia, pansies, marigolds and cornflowers are all ready to go into their final planting places. I planted out cosmos, calendula and borage in random places around the garden with the view of do or die. I’m not sure what to do with the sunflowers because the slugs decimated my first batch and I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of having the second batch. I potted on 50 poached egg plants at the weekend, too. Heather reckons next year I should tote some wares around the plant fairs and make a few quid from my excess plants. I seem to have the knack of growing flowers.
Oooh, and great excitement this morning - the first raspberry of the season! I texted Andy to tell him and he wanted to see a photograph.
I told him I ate it. The raspberry not the photograph that never was, which would have been VERY surreal if I had. Yet, after the craziness of the Platinum Jubilee celebrations, I now believe anything to be possible.
Number One Raspberry was bloomin’ delicious!
Comments
KJ
I sou would have loved to take part in the Platinum Jubilee.
Deanna
Deanna, how lovely to hear from you! Oooh, don’t talk to me about strimmers. I think they are one of the most irritating gardening implements ever. Never mind about that, though - what lovely news about your new cat chum, Alice. Excellent name! What sort of cat is she? Black and white? Tabby? Tortoiseshell? Long haired or short haired? I need to know these things!