This time it really has been a week since I last blogged. Time is flying, and this week I’m glad it’s flown by as fast as it has – a nasty hospital appointment started the week off on a bad note that I didn’t want to continue. On the good side I’ve been swimming 4 times this week, an hour a time, and am burning off calories a-plenty. That could account for the 2.5″/ 3 inches off my waist – definitely something to smile about (and yet another reason for skirts and trousers never staying where I put them…).
So, the last week in brief:
Last Saturday we went to Durham. It was our first time because, for some strange reason, we imagined it to be much further than it actually was. We had a lovely time, tea and travel, bus rides and cathedrals (not keen on churches/ cathedrals who don’t let people take photos), charity shopping, students-doing-ridiculous-things-watching and enjoying being lovebirds in a new city. The covered-market has to be the best market I’ve been to in years – it sells the most wonderful selection of things from a haberdashery, general-household shops, healthfood stalls, and even a gourmet food stall (with very nice chaps running it).
The blossom is coming out in abundance, even in our town the trees of pink and white are billowing with blooms. We saw the first sign of this around Durham cathedral. Everyone is commenting that this is very early, it must be the sun we’ve had recently. We even got to mow our lawn the other day!
I love gerberas. Simple as that. They are such bright, happy things. Ours is residing in our dining room, taking pride of place at the dining table.
Another colourful addition to the VintagePretty household has been these potatoes. Grown locally and in a nature-sympathetic manner, they taste gorgeous and look every bit as strange when cooked as they do raw. I made some of ours into potato wedges – just imagine that, purple chips!
Today has been the day when I started planting in earnest. The sowing began with broad beans and ended with scarlet kale. Whilst turning the bed over I found numerous little caches of peanuts, buried by an enterprising little squirrel. I think he’s hoping for a bumper crop, little do they know that peanuts only thrive in tropical climates! Perhaps I should get him a peanut piggy-bank?
The crocuses are beautiful. Of course I say it every year, but they are one of the first things to emerge and one of the most colourful. The veining is lovely to look at and their unique triangular shape has always fascinated me.
Blue skies, smiling at me, nothing but blue skies, do I see (I very much hope it stays this way too – grey clouds on the horizon are something I don’t want to face right now)…
And me in my slippers. Don’t you garden in your slippers, too? I find it quite… liberating.