GARDEN GOODIES AND FUN TIMES
It makes me so happy to have this little tin of blooms on my garden table. Sweet peas, ox eye daisies, candy tuft, wild geranium with a couple of sprigs of oregano and dill.
Our roses have started to bloom, a little later than most people's I fancy. This one's Arthur Bell and has a lovely subtle scent. I tried a little soft focus and I think it suits him.
This pretty little climber, Piroutte, is also slightly scented.
Heavily scented Teasing Georgia. I love this rose, but it's not happy in it's corner of the garden, so come autumn time, we plan to move it to the front garden.
The garden is looking so summery at last. I can't say I'm loving the level of heat though, as about 20 celsius is my perfect temperature and we've been a wee bit higher, 32 as I type this. This has meant weeding and watering the allotment has to be done after 6 pm. Mr. sometimes goes there earlier, to do mowing or rotovating, as he adores the heat.
Looking forward to harvesting these little beauties. On the allotment, they've always bolted but I can keep my beady eye on them in the garden.
We've just ordered two wrought iron baskets which Mr. will fix to our garden gates, to create two new strawberry beds, yes, more strawberry jam will have to be made and I want to make some strawberry vinegar too.
The best part of the week was the wonderful time we spent with our girl, M and her partner C, who came for a visit. They're both very arty and crafty in their spare time and C gave me a lovely candle that he'd made. They are just an prototype at the moment (can you call a candle a prototype?) as he works out fragrances and burning times, but I loved it, especially the bottle he chose.
We have talked about making some rhubarb gin later in the year, and I would so love some of these bottles to put it in. It's so pretty!
I made a Victoria sponge filled with homemade strawberry jam. I have to say, it was one of the best I've ever made and I put it down to the recipe, the Womens Institiute method. You weigh your eggs and then use the same weight of butter, sugar, self raising flour plus a teaspoon of baking powder plus a pinch of salt. It's pretty foolproof, apart from the fact that using my electric oven always results in wonky, uneven sponges! One of M's best friends came over with her little girl to help us eat it. She's only four, but declared it 'scrumptious' and you can't get better feedback than that.
I managed to snag the last piece (cook's perks).....it looked lonely sitting in the tin.
C decided to treat us to a meal at a steak house that's recently opened. They had saddles for seats at the bar, but only M had a go at sitting on one, my jeans being too tight. What possessed me to wear tight jeans when going out to eat?...twit!
The food was delicious and M's friend who works there bought us two bottles of wine to go with our meal, which was an unexpected treat and very sweet.
Mr. tried Gator bites for his starter and they were really good.
M and I shared a Mozzarella plate. The sauces and dips were outstanding, which isn't surprising when you find out they have quite a bit of bourbon in them.
The only downside was the loud country and western music blaring from various monitors around the restaurant. I must be getting old! I won't bore you with more food pics, needless to say, it was steaks all round, apart from me. I had Cajun spiced char-grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing. There will definitely be a return visit.
We had such a great time, my face really hurt from all the laughter. M's phone gadget made for some hilarious pics. This reminds me of the saying 'if the wind changes, you'll end up looking like that'..gulp!
We look like we've got mumps! |
When we got home we opened some bubbly, probably not the best idea after the wine.... I was a bit fragile next morning. M's back down again at the end of the month for a couple of days, so saying goodbye this time wasn't quite as sad.
I had to smile when I went to open her bedroom window after they'd left (yes, it will always be 'her' room in my mind) and found these. When she lived at home, she was known as the glass hoarder and now, when visiting, she reverts back to old ways it seems. She laughed when I sent her this image, but a least she'd made the bed and left the room tidy!
Hoping you've had a lovely week too!
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