Ok, so I’ve managed to be unsuccessful in posting daily – somehow daily life just cuts across things too much. Although, in the spirit of all things positive, I have probably still managed to post more already in 2011 than I did in 2010!
High spots since last post:
:o) Allotment plans all looking good- hopefully going up there next weekend: this weekend’s full of post-birthday catching up with visitors and such, so no chance of getting my wellies out just yet!
:o) My birthday present from Himself has arrived and is …. an apple tree! One of the multi-fruiting variety, three different apples from the same tree. Ceremonial planting took place this afternoon, complete with hip flask of home-made sloe gin (the actual gin wasn’t home made, well not at our home but Mr.Lidl’s – we’re not quite that self-sufficient yet, but the whole adding fruit bit was very much done here, very lovingly and on a one-for-the demi-john-one-for-me gin allocation basis last October) – all good but probably single handedly responsible for the fact that I now have blood pressure at a very tender age! Now just have to stop dogs causing havoc to the tree before it takes root! Unhappily we won’t be able to allow it to fruit this year, so the chutney cauldron will have to make do with the fruit of the old tree and my haphazard courgette growing, but in the meantime am going to take a leaf from Mo’s book (well, blog, thank you Mo x) and use the birthday tree as my Tree Year tree! I was also thinking of doing our Mimosa tree as this is quite an unusual one for the South of England! May get my camera out again tomorrow!
:o) Lovey birthday dinner out with Himself yesterday. Was all very lovely until an old man arrived for the party dinner at the table next to us. He wobbled a bit on the small step down to our cosy nook and then farted like a fog horn at the shock of the wobble! We were mortified on his behalf (fortunate really because he seemed entirely unbothered by his mis-timed trumpet heralding his arrival). We did try to be mature about it but for all of my significant years of age I have still hung around with far too many 12 year olds (oh happy classroom days), although happily we did manage not to laugh out loud. Have to say, put me off my spinach and ricotta crepes a bit!
Low spots since last post:
:o) None, such is the power of positive thinking coupled with the ability to find fun in the simplest things, such as Himself and other people’s unfortunate incidents in public places!