Well, no sooner had I said how nice the flowers were looking in the sunshine and dry weather than it started raining. It is very much a lottery as to whether the car starts when it's damp, so that is keeping me on my toes. It will be fine if there are boys around to push, they will relish the chance to try and get me freewheeling down the road at 20mph with no engine, but less good if they are at school.
There was a wren on the patio earlier, such a tiny, delicate little bird, jumping around from pot to pot looking for little juicy things to eat. And blackbirds, turning over the fallen leaves, also looking for juicy things.
There were loads of apples this year but I probably should have thinned them as they ended up being quite small. Still delicious, just a bit fiddlier to prepare. Conversely, there seems to be a shortage of conkers. Some years there are mountains of them, this year hardly one to be seen. Unless urchins have snaffled them all. Or maybe I just don't have my eye in now that the children are older. Meanwhile, the spiders are encroaching, climbing walls, settling into corners, spinning webs across the ceiling. Sofa Spider has been about, late in the evening, making risky forays across the carpet while the dog snores.
Just a short post today, as I am working madly, in the manner of a rabbit in the headlights, with half term bearing down on me at top speed, full beams and horn blaring. Three days of relatively uninterrupted peace, except for the postman, the washing machine, the occasional grocery shop/errand run, the bread machine and the odd Jehovah's witness - we are big on Jehovah's witnesses around here, and I feel I may have encouraged them slightly at one point by being polite and now I am possibly on a List somewhere.
Anyway, the usual minor interruptions will all too soon become pitched battle as the littlest boy and I fight to the death over the amount of screen time that is acceptable. It will turn ugly.