Friday, August 12, 2011

My kind of day.....

The weekend is almost here, and tomorrow is Saturday. I wonder what the day will bring......

Today feels like a Saturday too, actually. This morning, my friend came round, and we talked quilts, crochet, Molly Makes and life in general. And decided what quilt she will be making for her soon-to-be-born granddaughter. Exciting times, She is coming back soon to cut out the quilt and learn how to pin it too. I love having company in my sewing room - I get to show my friends how to do the things I love doing, and then I carry on sewing at the machine while they get started. I am there to help when needed but I get to chat while I sew, and that is wonderful. There is always some project waiting for attention!

Watering patrol for a few gardens with David (who also slapped a coat of paint on the door, as promised) this afternoon and then we had unexpected, but very welcome visitors from Scotland. The creative part of me was slightly stretched, but Ros and I managed to concoct a delicious meal from the combined contents of the fridge, garden and cupboards. Ros was my first friend here in the village, and even though they moved to Scotland 11 years ago, we have remained the best of friends. Working together and chatting and laughing as we did (and as I managed to slice my fingers not once but TWICE - just as well she was here to open the box of plasters) reminded us of the many family meals we have shared over the years. The ease with which old friends glide through our lives is a wonderful thing. Through, alongside - just there.

So that made my evening, I have to say. Lots of chatter and laughter, and memories recalled. And we have an over night guest - their son is here in my living room - I can hear the boys chatting and laughing  as they watch TV together. They have known each other virtually all their lives. I remember them as little boys - David was only 15 months when we met. A lifetime ago.

So the grin is still in place. It is a good feeling.

It has been yet another grey humid, un-summery day here in Middle England. The promise of rain has yet to materialise, and summer is almost at an end. Summer? Did I say summer? There has been no summer here this year. Scotland has had record rainfall, but down here, the rain just never came. And yet the heat and sun never came either. But the garden has grown, and seems to keep growing. The tomatoes are ripening now and the beans (we ate a lot tonight) are prolific. I will have to get out there and pick the peas and see what else is waiting to be harvested. I like that word. Harvest.

But I can do that tomorrow. It is Saturday, after all!

6 comments:

Vee said...

Oh yes, Saturday, your favorite. I hesitate to ask, but how in the world did you cut yourself twice? I hope not on some can lid or something. Have fun with your dear friends.

Linds said...

Sharp knife. Cutting tomatoes, and then trimming beans. Sigh. I am an idiot.

Dawn said...

Sounds perfect.

Crystal said...

Good friends - good food - good times, even if the weather doesn't cooperate! I love listening to my children with their old friends too. Enjoy your Saturday to the fullest!

Chris said...

Ahhhhhhhhhh......a grand day!

Needled Mom said...

It sounds like a lovely day and you still have your Saturday to look forward to. Yeah!