Today I find myself popping out to the garden to gaze up into the perfect, blemish free, china blue of the sky in amazement.   Only last week when Higgins and I were out on a walk I  had remarked on the fact that over our rural part of Norfolk there must have been 30 to 40 vapour trails in various stages of decay.  The Icelandic volcano is causing all sorts of havoc to so many people, so it’s good to record a positive aspect.

The vegetable garden is still a battle ground, and I am losing.  I have a sneaky black and tan garden pest, and a second sowing of salad greens with no labels and scraped up rows. I really thought the polytunnel would be a deterent but for a small animal of the low slung persuasion it seems not…

I ‘ve managed to protect the peas and beans with a cobbled together barrier of chicken wire and bamboo which has worked so far so we’ll see…

Things are growing fast.  I photographed the  rhubarb and the lovage a week apart…

 The lovage is at it’s best when young and tender, by the time it reaches its full height of over 6 feet high the leaves are a little tough.  I can’t wait for the rhubarb, I love rhubarb and orange crumble…

I’m plodding on in the studio.  I have shelves waiting for Tim’s return next week and that will make a huge difference as I can then shift so much bulk.  I’m slowly sorting, sorting…so much has got SO muddled, but it’s nice finding old friends and things I had forgotten about. 

I’m still finding time to be a bit creative, bearing in mind the ‘Twenty Minuter’ message.  I’ve needle-felted  a couple more little birds…

…but when I tried to make a pale pink one it stubbornly insisted on being a pig…

My Tabby Cat and Goldfish now have a shelf to sit on…

Henry and friends donated the whiskers, otherwise he’s solid Merino wool…as is the Blue-haired Lady.

Just as well I’ve recorded the positive side of grounding all aircraft, Tim’s trip back from the ‘office’ next week involves a helicopter so who knows when he’ll get back…