It's been a quiet Easter. Very quiet. Just me and Andy. No family, no friends, no random passers-by. It has been, well, quiet. Not even any excitement on the chocolate front which is good for both our waistlines and our blood sugar levels.
Busy though. We have been getting on with things today. Andy did a bit of tidying in the garden, and I did a bit of sewing of my new skirt until I ran out of the appropriate olive green thread. Of course, this will necessitate a visit to a sewing shop tomorrow and I shall definitely only be buying a reel of olive green thread and definitely NOTHING else. And we've also decided it is time to replace our old wooden garden table with something a little less, er...crumbly. So some garden table shopping, too. Oh, we know how to live it up on a Bank Holiday Monday!
The green house and cold frames have been even busier. The rocket and pak choi are growing like crazy, as are the marigolds, pansies, dianthus, nasturtiums, sweet peas and cornflowers. The chilli peppers have been a bit slower off the mark but now they've got their heads above compost they have decided they quite like it and have put on hefty growth in the last 5 days. A single aubergine made an appearance in the propagator on the kitchen window this morning, hopefully to be joined shortly by others. No sign of the strawberries yet. Andy sowed some chives and radish a couple of days ago, and this week we shall start off the tomatoes, cucumbers, beans and chard.
It's funny to think this, but a few years ago I was certain I wanted to live on a smallholding. But thoughts and feelings change. You start looking at life in different ways. Becoming vegetarian has precluded the keeping of any livestock beyond hens and bees. And we've got those. (To be fair, the bees have got us which is a different thing entirely.) And although we had an allotment for several years we couldn't sustain the level of commitment even that little plot required to make it as successful as it could have been. I'm hoping our little back garden will be full of lovely foody and flowery stuff this season but honestly - I can't even begin to think how I'd keep on top of even an acre without it feeling it was swallowing up my whole life before spitting out my probably resentful bones. Yes, things happen and you react to those things and you find yourself checking out different horizons.
The only concession I made to Easter this year was to bake some hot cross buns on Friday. They turned out well. According to Andy, I have 'Paul Hollywood hands' which I hope means they are good at producing baked goods and not that they are enormous and hairy. And I got the granddaughters a little gift each. Andy and I went for a walk yesterday, but today has been an 'at home' day, this afternoon spent by the fire completing the front of my paperpieced patchwork quilt. Or my 'flippin' paperpieced patchwork quilt as I have fondly come to know it these last couple of months.
Yes, it has been a very quiet Easter this year. I have two weeks off work now. There will be lots of sewing and sowing. And reading. And quiet.