Take one small child. Add cake. Job done!
I have of course Dear Reader a very lovely Daisy in my life of whom there are many photos.
These are of another sort of daisy. Just because!
I experimented with the hose – which isn’t easy whilst trying to take the picture with the other hand!! Marvellous.
Well now Dear Reader, it has been the week to end all weeks. During daylight hours there were small people and there was work and during the hours of darkness there was variously Cowes Week, a play, the hosting of book club and some rather wet fireworks…
By the time Saturday hove into view, the week, which had been stuffed like a badly packed suitcase, threatened to make a bid for freedom. The other brother and his family came for a visit and we had a great afternoon of cremated food (TG not me) and some garden fun and games.
It’s amazing how much pleasure (and arguments) a £15 swing can create!
The tiddly toddler managed to just about catch the older ones up just in time for them all to run off in the opposite direction and so she wandered off to do her own thing
The boy child was the proud demonstrator of just how much bigger the sunflowers he had planted yonks ago were in comparison to him
He is such a handsome boy isn’t he?
It was such a lovely afternoon.
Fast forward a few short hours and there came the arrival of Bertha. Biblical rain, unbelievable gusts of wind and it seemed perhaps the end of the world. By lunchtime the rain had stopped so TG and I took ourselves off for a drive and a little walk and found ourselves on the cliff path above Compton Bay. The photos do not do justice to the boiling sea and the howling winds but suffice to say that the cobwebs were most definitely blown away!
And so that was the weekend that was. I will leave you with one other image which is of the latest theatricals – Inspector Drake and the Time Machine (at Shanklin Theatre every Tuesday in August). To say that it is silly would be a gross understatement. See?
Don’t say you weren’t warned!!
This week thankfully is much calmer so there will be time to catch up, to write some copy and an article for a new venture and just generally have a spot of breathing space which is much needed. The sun is shining (at the moment) and all is well on the sunny Isle. Enjoy your week Dear Reader.
On a hot summer’s day, there are a few ingredients necessary for a fantastic afternoon of fun and frolics. You will need one paddling pool filled with water, three small children, enough barbecue food to feed an army, wine, beer and most importantly a brother who still thinks that he’s 8.
Here they are
There is not much more to add except that there were a huge amount of soakings, an awful lot of shrieking and races to hurl oneself into said paddling pool (them not me). But most of all there were lots of smiles and lots and lots of laughs.
See what I mean about the brother….
In other news, me and the tiddly toddler had a little gardening session yesterday. There were peaches
And she was very proud of her ‘matoes.
We looked at the butterflies flitting round the veg patch, sniffed all the herbs and she did some diggin’ Nanny. Simple stuff but on a lovely July day, what else would you want to be doing? I have such fond memories of being in my Nan’s garden and learning the names of the plants and the butterflies that I feel the need to pass it all on. They’ll probably reach critical mass shortly and want to know no more but I like to think that they’ll think of me fondly in years to come.
And so there you have it Dear Reader. The weekend that was. We had such a lovely time on Saturday with nothing more than a drop of water and some clearly inherited family madness.
And do you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way :0)
It’s been rather splendid here on the extremely sunny Isle and we have been making the most of where we are with walks, trips to the pub on balmy evenings and a visit from two out of three of the small people.
Raspberry picking was the first order of the day and The Eldest Girl having announced that this was to be her future career set to with gusto. The only problem was that the lure of the eating of the raspberry proved far greater than the picking of…
She thought it was hilarious
The Small Boy was too absorbed in other things to take much notice of these shenanigans
And so we decided, having exhausted the raspberry supply, to go and have a look at the horses up the lane
There was a caterpillar found, named Gerry and duly traipsed all the way home
There was also the following conversation with the EG
EG: Nanny what are those?
Me: Molehills. The moles push up the earth when they’re tunnelling under the ground.
EG (looking thoughtful) : Do they have mole kings and queens do you think?
Me: I’m sure they probably do.
EG: So where do they get their crowns from then?
Me: I can’t believe you don’t know that.
EG (in a “you’re being a smartarse” voice): So where do they get them then.
Me: From the mole crown shop OF COURSE.
EBG (witheringly and with rolled eyes): Oh you ARE silly Nanny.
And so on that note we went home to play in the garden and look at bugs and ask a billion questions. The EG is fascinated by all things creepy crawly and there are any number of poor creatures picked up, examined and rehomed miles from where they began. I’ve been teaching her the names of plants and flowers which she pretty much remembers and she’s got a bug book to identify things which she assures me she has seen all of…
The small boy is more interested in being Batman and generally making merry
It’s been a great summer so far and the garden has come into its own for running about in (them) and flaking out in (me).
Today will be a day of hedge cutting and tidying up (knackered back and shoulder permitting) and hopefully the weather will last for a bit longer so that we can all feel that we’ve absorbed some rays and vitamin D and feel better for it.
Madam Rainbow is ambivalent about the heat. On one hand she’s not keen on the very hot days, on the other it is a great excuse for constant snoozing
She is a lazy baggage!
And so another week looms. Rehearsals, work, gardening and maybe a wee trip to a place that sells wine might be in order (and I don’t mean the supermarket). We also need to sort a break out in the autumn when the holiday let is quiet and we can draw breath. Phew!
Enjoy Dear Reader. Enjoy!
There is nothing more evocative during the summer for me than the smell of hay making and in the field at the back of the house the farmer was hard at work last week.
It reminds me of life in Ireland as a child when the summer holidays seemed endless and in all the fields around our house that weren’t full of sheep, hay was being made.
We worked for the farmers as kids for a pound a day which in those days was riches and could buy you any number of sweets and treats
We also, at other times of year, planted spuds (fun) and picked stones (back breaking). It was a great grounding for hard graft and I have fond memories of it all. And the smell most of all, that mixture of hot musty grass, sunshine and tractor fumes. Magic!