Jenny has mentioned the non-existent summer.
It’s certainly been ‘variable’, with autumnal mornings and more than an inch of rain in 12 hours one day last week. I haven’t quite kept to my commitment to blog ‘about once a week or so’, although I’m quite pleased with my record this year.
Other variables have included Rhea, our ‘best hen’ who was so insistent we chose her when we collected her and Iris three years ago next month. She’s not laid one of her gorgeous blue-green eggs since May, and was off her feed and we really thought we were going to lose her. She’s perked up a bit, and although she still likes to sit with her eyes closed during the day, she does come running when she thinks there might be chance of corn or mealworms.
Joshua was keen to try cricket, so I signed him up to the local under 11s squad and he’s been going along after school on Monday evenings. I keep promising to give him some batting and bowling coaching but something always gets in the way.
Striding confidently to the wicket
The two of us went down to the woods this morning, but I’d forgotten my chainsaw trousers so we couldn’t coppice the stand of birch that’s been on my mind for some time now. On the upside, his air rifle skills are getting better and better,
So here I am, as the day rolls inexorably towards evening, thinking of our upcoming trip to Tuscany and trying to get in the mood with a rather fine red, while hoping the weather holds over there for the next month or so.
There’s some kind of sporting event on this evening and we’re going to a friend’s so the kids can watch TV while we drink beer.
On the whole, it could be worse.
And that reminds me–‘A momentary lapse of reason’ is approaching its denouement. Check it out at Lablit.
