The pea doesn't fall far from the pod

The other evening I went to the allotment with the littlest boy and picked a big pile of peas.  The biggest boy helped me to shell them yesterday, and when he found a perfect ten-pea pod his first thought was to find his camera and take a picture of it.  That's my boy!

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.

Inside I'm knitting hard and fast, ready for scarf weather.  I have a long to-do list of decluttering and room arranging.  I am in the process of evicting my other half from the smallest bedroom which he uses as an office so that the littlest boy can have it.  It involves complicated furniture shuffling and I'll need an electrician and possibly BT as well, and maybe even a man to move an incredibly heavy oak desk, so I've been putting it off.  I need to get it done now though, it has waited long enough.

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.