The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also means that I feel the need to create, whether that be food storage, crafting, or blogging. I am no…
The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also means that I feel the need to create, whether that be food storage, crafting, or blogging. I am no…
When I lost the use of my laptop computer I decided to embrace the change and make good use of the time I would normally have spent online. Extra dog walks, lots of reading, a little extra cleaning (that one didn't last long) but the readin…
I wrote a post about 'them' and their hatred of pensioners with savings, but decided against posting it!I'm glad you are getting the pup sorted, must be difficult with so many possible un-edibles waiting to be eaten. Probably wise, Sue. Min…
Winston's tummy problems have meant that during the dark hours I prowl around the gardens with him and the cats in tow. We often hear assorted owls calling and the barking of a muntjac deer but it is the night skies which have enthralled me…
I have had to write this post so many times, I keep drifting off into commentary on my views about the dangerous direction this country is being 'steired' in. No use airing my thoughts here, so I shall redirect my thoughts to life with Wins…
Sweet, cuddly, adorable? Absolutely! My little tyke is all of those things, but he is also hell-bent on trying to kill himself. I hardly dare say it but, today has been slightly easier. Mischief, but nothing awful. Phew! Happy days! A puppy…
They are exhausting! Really exhausting. Routine life goes out of the window. Winston was due to move in here on Sunday morning, but in the event he came at around 5pm on Saturday. He is an amazing ball of energy who keeps on going, until he…
...is the first instruction for one of the 'recipes' in this 1981 recipe book. I learned about the dangers of smoking when I was 8 years old, back in the very early 1960's and living in Hong Kong. No, I was not smoking then, it was a topic
I have been in and out of the house today, waiting for the wind to swing around in the right direction to properly unfurl my St George's Cross. It has played games, so has the camera. Just as the grandchildren were eating their tea, I stepp…
Meanwhile, in Owl Wood, the crab apple tree is coming into blossom. The dark withered bits are the remains of crab apples from last year. The apple trees are all coming into blossom. There is one apple tree which I am really pleased about.
A little over a week ago blogging friend, Trundling Through Life, visited Parsonage Cottage. She brought this cheerful wreath, which brightens the kitchen and my spirits with that lovely shot of sunshine yellow. We drank coffee, chatted, an…