Yesterday's weather: not as bad as threatened. Warm, sunny with cloudy spells.
First off, I have a sinking feeling. I think it is the birthday of someone I know but I can't for the life of me find my diary with all the birthdays in it. So, if it's you, I do apologise, have a great day and please let me know who you are. And while I'm at it, Happy Birthday to Tom Cruise, Ken Russell and Tom Stoppard (well, why not?)
I have made jam. I know, I know, it doesn't sound very exciting, but it's a first for me. I have been looking for a particular type of plum tree to grow and haven't found one anywhere. It's called a Mirabelle, the fruits are small and orange and very delicious. I have been hankering after one. Then on Sunday I looked up and over my head was a tree groaning with small orange plums. I was very excited (well, as you know, I don't get out much) and we picked a kilo or two of these plums. So, I made jam with them and it is lovely on a slice of walnut bread for breakfast in the morning. The only trouble is that it isn't orange, it's red, so obviously they weren't Mirabelles and I will have to start all over again.
Oh, Elk *
It's only 10 am and we have already had two visitors this morning. One hare and one deer. If you look very hard you will spot him (or her).
Pretty eh? Sorry I didn't get a photo of the hare but I didn't see him personally.
*in joke for one in the know - HT!
First off, I have a sinking feeling. I think it is the birthday of someone I know but I can't for the life of me find my diary with all the birthdays in it. So, if it's you, I do apologise, have a great day and please let me know who you are. And while I'm at it, Happy Birthday to Tom Cruise, Ken Russell and Tom Stoppard (well, why not?)
I have made jam. I know, I know, it doesn't sound very exciting, but it's a first for me. I have been looking for a particular type of plum tree to grow and haven't found one anywhere. It's called a Mirabelle, the fruits are small and orange and very delicious. I have been hankering after one. Then on Sunday I looked up and over my head was a tree groaning with small orange plums. I was very excited (well, as you know, I don't get out much) and we picked a kilo or two of these plums. So, I made jam with them and it is lovely on a slice of walnut bread for breakfast in the morning. The only trouble is that it isn't orange, it's red, so obviously they weren't Mirabelles and I will have to start all over again.
Oh, Elk *
It's only 10 am and we have already had two visitors this morning. One hare and one deer. If you look very hard you will spot him (or her).
Pretty eh? Sorry I didn't get a photo of the hare but I didn't see him personally.
*in joke for one in the know - HT!
6 comments:
From what you say in your last paragraph re the jam I trust you are not considering purloining Mirabelle Veranda’s garden produce!
Mmmm .... we are now beginning to get a real picture of this Mdm Mirabelle Veranda-Flapper ('Elk' to her friends) .....
It's my birthday!! Fancy forgetting the birthday of your only sister!!!!
Actually it's not - it was a few months ago but I bet all of your friends are now saying 'Poor Anne! That's terrible! only one sister and Sue forgot her!!!' Ha ha ha
Oh and by the way - you forgot Franz Kafka - How could you!!
I don't like Jam...we too had a visitor, a mouse, kindly placed on the living room floor by our much loved feline, facing the door so i would notice it as i walked in!!
I suggest you feed the cat from time to time!
Tubbs keeps bringing me butterflies and Dragonflys! Does that mean she loves me or is just too daft to get a mouse? We seem to be getting a lot of pigeon feathers too - hope she doesn't appear with the rest of the bird!
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