Sunk

Its been a fruity old time here at Mog Towers, the sun is shining and the fruit bushes have been generous. But after all the effort spent saving the birds from Magnus, the little blighters have been raiding the strawberries, the raspberries, the redcurrants. Still, the babies have all grown up now and Magnus has been busy guarding our new tent. We are off to this festival at the weekend and needed a home that we could carry easily over some distance. 

I tried my hand at baking muffins after getting hold of a copy of the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook in a charity shop. What I had underestimated was the need to use proper muffin cases. Or possibly to use fresh and not frozen fruit, or maybe even lighter fruit.  Whatever I did wrong, the fruit sank to the bottom and stuck onto the baking tray. Thankfully they were so tasty that we overlooked their less than sparkling appearance. Next time I'll be using muffin cases if only to save on the washing up.

Cat is still bored.

I wish the birds would grow up.

Rain and roses

It is a languid grey sort of day, the heat of the past few weeks has been replaced by a slow drizzling rain. It is still warm enough for the windows to be open and every now and then a breeze sends the gentle smell of old fashioned roses drifting from the vase on the mantlepiece. I've put the houseplants out on the steps for a bath and even the cat is pleased to be indoors. There are no plans except for finishing a handspun shawl. Only ten rows before cast off but for a triangular shawl, those ten rows go on forever.

It wasn't like this last week - last week was a frenzy of visiting and watching and joining in. I took the first and probably last steps into light entertainment, taking part in this very silly dance. You can see me some rows from the front resplendent in bright orange with a pale green hat. 

The garden is growing and thankfully, the birds are growing up. All we have to do now is wait and see if there is a second brood for us to worry about.*

* we have to worry - the chick in the middle of Archie's very clever feeding station is definately a young-un. More cat placating required.