So Flora Bijou Mybug has been with us for two whole years now. Two! Would you believe it? Here she is on the day she arrived, an abandoned two week old smidge of fluffy nothingness...
...and here she is being confused by the modern phenomenon of the 'selfie'...
...and here she is being a snoozy lush and showing off her MASSIVE tail...
She has certainly made life interesting around these parts, especially since she discovered recently that she could jump on top of the kitchen cupboards and then JUMP off again. With a BANG!
Andy and I celebrated our 11th Wedding Anniversary last Friday by going out for the day. Well, the sun was shining and it was too good an opportunity to have a picnic. Andy gave me a little tea pot for one - bone china, covered in chickens, just right for my M & S posh tea.
And I gave him a selection of 'Coffees From Around the World.' He likes his coffee, does Andy. (Whereas I think it is disgusting stuff that smells like cat wee. Honestly, I truly think there is something awry with my sense of smell...wine smells like vinegary petrol, spirits smell like Dettol, and bacon makes me heave something chronic...)
Anyway, we ended up at Scotney Castle. Lovely. And on arrival we thought it only fair and right to have a celebratory tea/coffee 'n' cake. I had, ironically, coffee and walnut cake (but then I think I can tolerate most things if encompassed by cake - except rice pudding) and Andy, in a moment of foolhardiness, had a piece of Victoria sponge. You know, the stuff with JAM in it? JAM, beloved of WASPS?!
Well! Within literally seconds, a swarm of wasps descended, barging Andy aside and going directly for his Victoria sponge like a rabid horde of jammy waspomaniacs. There must have been at least a dozen of them, if not more. Luckily, we were relatively unfazed by the event thanks to our bee-keeping experience malarkey. There is nothing like being in the middle of an apiary in high summer, checking those naughty girls for Queen cell building, to teach you a sense of calm around buzzy insect types. The only things that send me a bit frantic these days are mozzies and horse flies, and that's only because I know they are after my blood and my skin reaction will last for DAYS because I am such a delicate little flower. (Ha!) And even that has improved since The Marmite Experiment.
So, tip for outdoor cake eating - avoid jammy sponges and go for coffee and walnut. They ignored my coffee and walnut. P'raps wasps feel a similar sense of revulsion towards coffee as I do. But then WHY do I like coffee and walnut cake? It's a crazy cake conundrum wrapped in a nutty enigma and squirted with a dollop of irony. Or perhaps I have hypocritical tastebuds?
It is raining today. We've had a fair swoosh of rain over the last couple of days which has given a bit of a zing to the garden. We have 6 aubergines! We are very excited by this. We also have lots of peppers. Andy decided to try one of the chilli peppers but because all the watering had washed the names from the plant labels I was unable to tell him if it was a mild chilli, a medium chilli, a hot chilli, or an 'only eat this if you are a crazy person' chilli. Judging by his reaction and the gallon of milk he consumed within seconds of nibbling a nano-millimetre from the end of his selection I am guessing it was option 4 (for crazy people.)
The cucumbers, beans, tomatoes and courgette are all doing well. I have started to collect sweet pea and marigold seeds ready for planting for next year. I even tackled the front hedge which I may have let grow just a teeny bit tall. I had to use the pruners and a step ladder, and FLING myself with some force into the centre of the hedge in order to get at the thickest branches, but it looks a lot tidier now and I had a good work out.
(Weather report: it is very dark and gloomy outside - like Winter - and it is throwing down MASSIVE chunks of rain. Heather is unhappy about this as she is off to the Edinburgh Festival tomorrow for a week, and as Edinburgh is in Scotland it can only get worse. And I think I just saw a flash of lightning...)
So, there is only one thing to do now, confined to soggy barracks as I am - some sewing, some reading and some writing. Okay, that's three things, but you know what I mean. Yesterday, I spent a lot of time doing forensic research. Clive, from my current novel writing project 'Clive and Min' has died and I think his death may have sinister overtones. So far I have narrowed it down to a choice between mercury poisoning, uncontrolled decompression and a nasty parasitic worm that you can get through ingesting sheep poo. Hmmm...deep thought required here.
And now the THUNDER has arrived. It is VERY loud. The rain is VERY LOUD!
(But there is sunshine in my heart! 😃)