Showing posts with label homegrown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homegrown. Show all posts

Monday, 4 March 2013

:: 52 weeks of happy, 9/52 ::

Here are four of my happy moments from this week.

1.  Eating these delicious homegrown tomatoes.  They taste like a tomato should.


2.  Making and eating these soft gingernut biccies.  Yum!


3.  Knowing Stripey is o.k. after two visits to the vet with a bladder infection.  Poor kitty!
 

4.  Learning how to crochet African flower hexagons and joining as you go courtesy heidibearscreative.blogspot.com


Wishing you many happy moments this week.

Anne xx

Saturday, 23 February 2013

:: 52 weeks of happy, 8/52 ::

Here are four of many happy moments from this week.

1.  Being home again and spending time with my hubby and daughters.

2.  Enjoying the green/blue Hydrangea flowers off the same bush that produces blue and pink blossoms.


 3.  Eating home grown tomatoes, part of a healthy lunch.



4.  Trying my hand at a new crochet pattern, African flower hexagons.




Wishing you many happy moments,

Anne  xx

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Progress, achievements and a little luxury

Hi everyone, I have  progress to report.  Firstly, my right hand that was stung by a European wasp on Sunday no longer looks like this.  It was red, swollen and hot to the touch, yucky.

After realising it was not going to improve without an antihistamine, I made a quick trip to the chemist Monday morning and came home with some non drowsy antihistamine tablets (I didn't want to fall asleep in art class that afternoon), and a cream to help with the itchiness and the heat the sting was generating.  Almost back to normal now with only a little itchiness.

The second area of progress is this.  More crochet triangles for bunting.
This seems like meagre amount to have made considering when I started.  How do you ladies who crochet get so much done?

My achievement today is gardening.  I now have one section of garden that resembles a garden rather than a scene from The Day of the TriffidsFor those who are not familiar with triffids,  "a triffid is a tall, mobile, carnivorous, prolific and highly venomous fictional plant species—the titular antagonist in John Wyndham's 1951 novel The Day of the Triffids."  I had plenty of triffids in the wheelbarrow and used almost every gardening tool I could find in the garage to attack them.

 In between carting barrow loads of weeds, leaves and overgrown plants to the big garden rubbish bag that gets collected once a month, I sustained myself with this.  Hard work gives me an appetite.
This may be considered a good breakfast for some,  but for me it was a good lunch.  An egg from our own chooks with a few cherry tomatoes I found just ripened in the vege garden, on toasted homemade bread.  With a full belly, I was ready to get stuck in again.

 The reward for my 5 hours of gardening is this.
An area of garden almost free of weeds where I can now see the plants that are supposed to be there.  I grubbed out plants that had overtaken others and trimmed back those a bit too greedy for the sun to make room for those plants not quite so pushy.  It is so much better than it was.  Unfortunately I forgot to take a photo before I got stuck in.  Just use your imagination.  JUNGLE!
Little lost garden fairy/angel has been found again.
And can now see what he/she is doing.
Mr frog has discovered there is a world beyond the periwinkle that was obscuring his view and now has clear, fresh water to admire his reflection.
Can you guess what my little luxury is going to be after a hard day working in the garden?
Yes.  A nice BIG cold iced coffee!
Miss C. made dinner tonight so I have had the luxury of a big sit down.  I think it might be time for a shower and then doing something fun like make more crochet triangles for bunting.
See you soon.

Anne  xx