A little respite from the heat today, and so a little less of the water obsession. That means time to say hello!
To start off the weekend, here are the lovely words which Mary DeMuth posted yesterday:
Here's my hope for you this weekend: simple, sweet rest. May you have an amazing conversation, an afternoon nap, a fresh tomato (or two), and an opportunity to tangibly bless one person's socks off. Now, go forth and enjoy your weekend!
Lovely, isn't it?
And back here in the middle of England, life is moving slowly. The allotment needs a visit, but later. I will go later.
I picked more beans and froze them yesterday. Buckets of them. And if I never see another courgette, it will be too soon. One can have a surfeit of all the green goodness.
So, remind me next year, that I am not planting nearly as much as I have done this year.
The lilies will come up in their own time, as will the lupins, the lavender, the roses and dahlias.
The gem squash are ready to start picking. They grow in stages. So I started picking. And we ate one. Delicious. Now we need to start the "save the seeds" effort to have some next year too.
Ah, the lilies are so gorgeous.
Diana and I went on a little adventure to a nearby town to visit Ikea for a few essentials yesterday. Like tea towels. And handles. And candles. And freezer bags. And on the way, we popped in to the South African shop to buy some Spur dressing and other small treats. Only, after 23 years, there is very little we want. It is funny, you know - you think you want something and then realise that time - and you - have moved on!
Anyway, it was lovely to see all the old familiar packaging, and names.
We popped in to a new to us series of shops close to Ikea, and there was an M&S there, which delighted us no end. And the first thing we saw as we walked in the door was this.
A cow neck top.
A singular trouser.
The top was very pretty, but there was no cow in sight, unfortunately. And the mannequin clearly had 2 legs. Inserted into the trouser.
I am going to start entering shops with a red (or green) pen in the bag, to correct all strange writing. The worrying part is that a) not many people seemed to have noticed this, and b) it looks as if it is a notice distributed to all shops for display purposes.
It did make us laugh.
Cow neck. Good grief.
Have a happy weekend!