There is a feeling of renewal in the air, bird song round the garden, the young squirrels playing helter-skelter round the trees. Nuthatches have been spied on the bird table, and also tree creepers are around, and I am sure I saw a few green finch on the lawn the other day. The little wren flies round like a small moth, the screech of the returning blackbirds heralds battles galore on the lawn, all in all a welcome sight. The owl/owls must live in the grave yard for we hear them as dusk settles and then first thing in the morning.
Coffee mornings this week, plus yesterday we had coffee in town with C who is helping out with a meeting for the wall paintings in Pickering church to be given heritage lottery money for some restoration I presume. The family are coming this weekend, not sure how that is going to go but fingers crossed.
Rachel brought some homemade jam and marmalade, don't need to make any of my own, and whilst she was with us Christine came round for some eggs. Our three chickens have produced three eggs nearly every day since we have had them. We have been putting them outside for people, free or a donation to the church, but I shall have to keep a dozen for my daughter this weekend.
The chenille cushion is finished, was for my daughter, but LS thinks it goes with his large carp painting and so seems to have migrated to his chair! No photo at the moment blogger is refusing...
|A frosty morning|