He said to me, "It's almost good enough to go in a book about peas". Well yes baby, I believe it is.
The other day at the country park I spied a peacock feather. They are so beautiful, and I've never had one before, so I decided to pick it up. The only problem - it was in the turkey enclosure. The little people were horrified at my chutzpah and a bit terrified that I would be attacked and gobbled up by marauding turkeys. I gave them the job of holding the gate shut as I dashed in. They were so shocked and so vocal in their disagreement with me that it was a while before they actually got it together enough to hold the gate shut. Luckily the turkeys didn't make a break for it. I'm thinking come December they might be a bit quicker off the mark. So I did get my feather from the bossy male peacock. He loves to get in the various bird enclosures and give them a hard time. Quite often he's in the big chicken run pecking the hens and generally causing trouble. I'm wondering if a turkey pulled this out in revenge.
I've put it with the bullrushes we found on recent walks and another couple of nice feathers. Reminders of happy summer days. The colour in the peacock feather is quite extraordinary. Shimmering iridescent greens and blues.
More colour in the garden from my lovely little rose. It went from bud to bloom between breakfast and tea.
Today everything was covered in droplets.
We are in the second week of school and already the biggest boy has had a day off with some mysterious headachey thing. I have it now. Sigh. How the germs do love a nice hot stuffy classroom.
Have a good Friday and a lovely weekend. I shall be out and about looking for interesting feathers and loose bullrushes.