In no particular order

Clematis, everywhere.  Gorgeous isn't it.

The first precious rhubarb, made into Nigella's rhubarb shortbread.  I found it recommended on a couple of blogs, the first one I can't find now, I think I know who it was, but I can't find the post, and the other one was Nimble Fingers and Steady Eyebrows.  If you were the person who pointed me in that direction, do let me know and I'll credit you properly.  Anyway, it was as both ladies said, absolutely delicious.  All gone now.  We don't mess about in this house when there's something good to eat.  It's eat or be eaten.

A perfect hosta.  Perfect.  No snail holes at all.  Yet.  In a few weeks it will look absolutely horrible, it happens every year.  I'm thinking of putting it in the front garden, planted through gravel, in the hopes that the gravel will slow the snails down a bit.  After it rained yesterday I could see them all from the kitchen window, sliding happily around the garden.

Our dear little piggie.  So thin, and rather old, but still gamely hanging in there.  Eating her nuggets and carrots and cucumber and celery and grass.  She's almost six, not ancient, but she has some breathing difficulties which slow her down a bit.  We look after her the very best we can.

More apple blossom.  Worcester Pearmain.  Later than the first two, so I hope there will be other apples around to pollinate it.  We can't have too many apples in this house.

Fresh green herbs, pea tendrils and some new salad leaves.  Despite the chill, some things are cracking on in the garden.

A little brass band music in a Victorian bandstand by the sea on a Sunday afternoon.  Quite a crowd had gathered, people of all ages.  It made me happy that something that hasn't changed in decades is still appreciated.

A little nesting and a pink flamingo.  I saw a gull predate a tiny little coot chick this afternoon.  The first time the parents drove the gull off.  He hung around, and next time he got lucky.  It wasn't nice to see.  Nature red in tooth and claw I know, but it's pretty brutal.

Otherwise the bank holiday was lovely.  An extra day to the weekend is a very fine thing.  Of course I shall be a day out all week now.  Wishing you all a very good few days.  CJ xx

About town

It's been looking quite colourful around town this week, with a little fun fair at the park and a spot of yarn bombing on the high street.  The littlest boy got a go on the bouncy bungee thing which pleased him greatly, a little treat as his brothers had done things they wanted to do and as you know, the smallest person can never be left out.  

Do you know the book called "Titch" by Pat Hutchins?  It's all about a little boy and his big brother and sister.  The big brother always has a big thing, the middle one has a middle thing and the littlest boy has a miniscule thing.  It's like that round here sometimes.  We try to make up for it.  

The silhouette of the castle was taken from an upstairs window on a chilly evening.  Hasn't it been cold?  I will be paying the price for planting things out too soon this year, that's certain.  I've got a bit of a cold as well, so it's been a bit of a sluggish few days.  

I'm feeling very drawn to yarn again at the moment, after a period of sewing a quilt.  I think it's the cold evenings.  The hot water bottle is still being pressed into service and I'm thinking about blankets.  The yarn bombing was in aid of charity, and in the third photo from the end you can see my local yarn shop.  It's on the far right of the picture, to the right of the pink house, the cream one with the sandwich board outside.  It's small but very lovely.  Perfect for that moment right before school pick up time when you think you might be in need of a ball of something.  Every town should have one.

I hope you all enjoy the rest of the weekend and the May bank holiday (where applicable).  No extravagant plans here, but I'm foreseeing rain, cocoa, fresh air and maybe a little knitting.

The April allotment

April is the month when those first delicious tastes of spring are ready.  A little asparagus, a few sticks of rhubarb, fresh new salad leaves and maybe even a radish.

After a week that felt like summer, and that lured me into planting out the tomatoes, it's turned wintry.  Some of the tomatoes are looking distinctly sad.   I went too soon.  I always do, I get fed up with watering all of the little pots every day.  Usually I get away with it.  This year, maybe not.

I've also had a few no-shows amongst the older seeds.  Packets that have been in the box for a couple of years or so have failed to germinate.  So no sweet peas, not many climbing French beans, no lettuces.  I shall re-sow, or maybe pick up a few sweet pea plants if I see some.

This morning I spent some time digging out bindweed and horsetail.  Nasty persistent weeds.  They'll be back before too long I know, but for now I'm in control.  I've got cucumbers, squashes and courgettes planted out as well (I know, I know).  They're hanging in there at the moment, but I'm really hoping it doesn't get any colder.

The new apple trees at the plot are in flower.  I only planted them a few months ago, it's their first season so I'm not expecting much, but they're clearly nice healthy plants.  The strawberries are in flower too, although they seem to be struggling a bit for some reason.  I don't know why.  Possibly something's eating the leaves.  They just don't seem to be taking off.

I've sown beetroot, turnips and swedes at the plot this month, and I've got sunflowers, borlotti beans, leeks and celeriac growing in pots that will be moved there eventually.

There's been a bit of watering done this month after a distinct lack of April showers.  I think it's all set to change soon though, so I'll be putting the watering can away.  So long as it gets a bit warmer I don't mind.

Thanks, cows, rain

The loveliest part of blogging is all of the connections made.  Finding people with similar passions, learning, always learning, and making friends.  So I just wanted to say, thank you all for visiting here, and also for commenting.  I love your comments, they make me laugh, their buoy me up when I need it and they answer questions when I have them.

Comments lately have been lovely.  I now have lots of tips about pocket money, some fantastic recipe ideas and a recommendation for a risque boxed set or two.  I know who has red shoes, why I don't have much plum blossom and who cleans the bathroom naked (you know who you are).  So thank you, it is all very much appreciated.

We went for a little stroll by the canal today.  Only a little one, but it was good nonetheless.  A cow looked over the hedge at us.  We looked back at the cow.  After a few minutes all of the other cows came to see what the first cow was looking at.  We all stood there looking at other and wondering what the others were thinking.

The middle boy is camping tonight.  It's been raining since about five o'clock.  I have the utmost admiration for people who camp in the rain.  The adults on the camp are amazing and wonderful people.  Oh it's so lovely and warm and cosy here, with the rain pattering against the window.  I think I might go and get a hot water bottle in a moment.  I fell over today while spinning the littlest boy round at top speed.  I think I got dizzy.  It was at exactly the same place where I sat down on a seat that wasn't there a few weeks ago.  Again, everyone saw, it was fairly spectacular as he was screaming and laughing with the thrill of it all, so I've a feeling we made quite a splash as we hit the deck.  I pulled something, so I feel I probably deserve a hot water bottle.  And maybe a nice hot drink and a dab of essential oils about the place.  Oh it's scrumptious inside.  Wishing you all a very good Sunday.  CJ xx

The Colour Collaborative: April: Red

Red, the most emotive of colours.  Everyone knows what red stands for, it's danger, passion, anger and fire.  It's in the flags of countless countries, representing blood spilled in ancient wars.  And yet it's also the colour of love and passion.

Visually it's the colour that jumps out at us most, because of its longest wavelength and its position at the end of the spectrum.  It is the colour that raises the pulse and energises us most.  It's considered lucky in China and pure in India.  The red front door and the red dress speak volumes about their owners.  Look at me.  Look.

Thinking about red, and writing this post, has made me wonder whether I need a little red in my life.  I can't think of any in fact.  It's a colour I've avoided without even realising it.  But a little something that wakes my subconscious, speeds up my metabolism, energises my thought process, it might be just what I need.  I've been wondering where it should come from.  It's not an easy colour to live with, or to drop into the middle of a room.  Maybe a picture, maybe a scarf.  A few squares of a quilt or a beaded bracelet.  Just a taste to nudge my brain in the right direction.

Tell me, is there red in your life?  Do you find it energising and inspiring?  I'd love to know.

To visit the other Colour Collaborative blogs for more of this month's posts, just click on the links below: 

                         Annie Cholewa                           Gillian at Tales from a Happy House

                            Sandra at Cherry Heart                    Jennifer at Thistlebear

What is The Colour Collaborative?

All creative bloggers make stuff, gather stuff, shape stuff, and share stuff. Mostly they work on their own, but what happens when a group of them work together? Is a creative collaboration greater than the sum of its parts? We think so and we hope you will too. We'll each be offering our own monthly take on a colour related theme, and hoping that in combination our ideas will encourage us, and perhaps you, to think about colour in new ways.

While I was washing the kitchen floor

plum blossom

gooseberry flower

blackcurrant flower

Egremont Russet

Ribston Pippin

pear blossom

I took that last photo just an hour ago.  It was such a lovely warm afternoon here, and the early evening had that wonderful still quality you get in summer.  Birds singing, the sun sinking, and tranquil hazy air that just makes you stand and gaze for a while.  I tried to capture it in the picture, but it didn't really translate.  Maybe you need the sounds and smells as well.   There's a robin in the photo, you can just make him out beyond the pond.  He's been in and around the garden all day, singing his heart out.

Down at the allotment there is plum blossom.  A total of two whole flowers.  Although the tree is young I had far more last year.  I can't imagine where the blossom is.  One of the pears in the garden is the same.  There was a good crop last year, and this year one solitary sprig of blooms.  I might have expected it of a pear, they tend to be a bit biennial, but the plum is a surprise.

The picture with the river in the background is another thing I tried to capture but couldn't really.  It's on the way to the plot, and the river looked quite blue and still, like a lake.  You'll have to take my word for it.

I picked the first of the asparagus on Friday, and we had it for lunch.  Quite delicious.  There'll be some more by now.  And every few days from now until the summer solstice.  People will be complaining by then.  "Not asparagus again."  But that is the beauty of seasonal eating isn't it.  Eat it again and again until you can't stand it any more, then none at all for ten months.  By which time you can't wait for the first exquisite taste.

The tiny flowers of the gooseberry and blackcurrant are opening.  Bees are abroad and also a surprising number of wasps.  This is also the time of year you have to put up with an overload of apple blossom photos.  I just can't help it.  I don't photograph daffodils or snowdrops or primroses to excess.  But apple blossom I can't resist.  Possibly because I walk past it several times a day.  Wait until the bees find it.  Then you'll have bee on apple blossom.  Possibly even two bees on apple blossom.  The two trees I grow next to each other, in the hopes that they will cross pollinate each other, have different colour buds.  The Egremont Russet is a deep bright pink.  The Ribston Pippin is paler, more subtle.  Oh alright, I'll shut up about it all now.

Monday is my day for restoring order to the house.  I dust and hoover, clean the bathroom, wash the kitchen floor, you get the drift.  While I was washing the floor today there was a jaunty knock at the door.  I opened it to find a government minister on my doorstep.  He's our local MP, so it wasn't entirely unexpected, but nonetheless it was all quite exciting.  I grilled him lightly on a couple of topics, but really all I could think was, "I listen to you on Radio 4" and "Thank goodness I washed the front door yesterday".  Other half is not impressed with politicians (I'm easily impressed by just about anything) and when I told him what I'd been thinking he said something like, "Have you seen what you look like though".*  What, it was cleaning day, I always wear the jumper with the hole in it and the security blanket cardigan.

* Just to clarify, this is what my other half said to me afterwards, not what the MP said!  And yes, I am used to it.  CJ xx

Five on Friday

Joining in with Amy and Five on Friday.

Five questions for you this week.  Answers to any or all of them gratefully received.

1.   Pocket money.  A good thing?  How much?  Should they do chores for it?  How do I stop them filling the house with plastic rubbish from China?  While I'm happy for them to have a little of their own money, I really want to avoid them becoming shoppers, and seeing shopping as a pastime.  Money tends to burn a hole in one or two little pockets around here.  Things are bought just for the sake of it, which I hate.  But maybe that is something they have to do, to learn not to.

2.  How do I find more hours in the day?  I know, I know, if you had the answer to that...  But I really need some organisation tips.  I still haven't touched the writing course, shame on me, and yesterday I found it had dust on top of it.  This is not how it was supposed to be.  I need more time and a little motivation.  And maybe a new notebook.

3.  Any good boxed set I should know about?  I find it hard to find something we both like.  We loved West Wing, didn't get past the first fifteen minutes of The Wire (should we persevere?), ditto True Detective.  We stopped watching Breaking Bad when it got a bit too dark (the cute child of the meth addicts finished us off).  He is far fussier than me, I'm happy sewing and thinking, he needs it to be actually pretty good.  We watched The Killing, but I drove him nuts by not reading the subtitles properly (I'm sewing remember) and asking what exactly was happening at regular intervals.  It might be a while before he's ready for more Scandinavian drama.  We only watch for about 20-30 minutes at a time, last thing at night, just to calm the brain patterns and turn off the thoughts a bit.  If it's something scary (we watched Criminal Minds for a while) we make very sure the doors are locked when we go up.  We're trying The Good Wife at the moment, but it's a bit too girly and naff for him.

4.  Do you have a favourite quick recipe you'd care to share?  I struggle to find something everyone likes and quite often I end up adapting things so that someone can have it meat-free, someone can have it cheese-free.  So something that can be done in two different ways would be ideal.

5.  One for the gardeners amongst you.  Is it too early to plant out courgettes and squashes?  This is the time of year that all of the seedlings on the windowsills start to drive me nuts.  They're so demanding!  The garden centre has courgettes outside under a roof, but open to the cold winds.  Although what the garden centre does doesn't always fill me with confidence.  I struggle to find actual garden items there sometimes, and the other days I got caught up in an area of tightly packed patio furniture and dropped my weed-proof membrane and my seed packets while trying to squeeze through.  It was like something from a Greek myth, where you're sunk deep in the middle of it before you even realise and then there's no way out.  Anyway, I'm very tempted to take a few little things to the allotment today and set them free.  This warm weather is very seductive isn't it.  No doubt I shall live to regret it.  In fact I think I heard something about gale force winds this weekend.  Not here though surely..?

Whatever you're doing, have a good one, and I'll see you on the other side.  CJ xx