Really windy out there …

Birthday weekend is stopping my gardening life for a short time. And I made a birthday cake using what I bought on Wednesday in my solo shopping spree in the closest supermarket. I’ve managed to make a chocolate fudge cake with a chocolate glaze (I’ve never made one before…) and decorated it with a packet of yogurt-covered Skittles. The latter was a mistake purchase as I thought they were normal multi coloured ones… my store cupboard had some random cooking chocolate.

We found some candles…

Don’t be angry, get …

I braved the supermarket yesterday… I wanted to get some bits but so excited to see stacked shelves I did forget some. And loo roll wasn’t in sight. However I wanted Squeaky to have some birthday treats so I overspent on things that go some way to making this birthday a little bit special.

There were measures in place to help people stay safe but there were some stressed shoppers grumbling and snapping at the other people in the shop. It was a few men who had ruffled feathers when I forgot to distance in my pleasure of getting a full trolley! It’s her 9th birthday and I want her to enjoy what she can..

I didn’t plant it!
Last of the daffodils…

Garden is my refuge and I sit in the sun when I can. Hubby is working from the biggest shed as work supplied him with a super duper WiFi kit. He’s helping others to work remotely as that is what he does. He spoke to a client he’s known for over ten years whose partner has since been diagnosed with MS.

Walking the dog with distance…

Dog walking at sunset!

We are making a habit of taking the dog out in the fields around Willian and enjoying beautiful sunsets. This is still in line with Government guidelines according to the RSPCA guidelines and it is brilliant to see Chloe positively skipping over the fields.

I can’t not share these pictures for some feel good reasons. Stay safe.

Still pruning…

I did a lot of this last year when I wasn’t pulling dandelions and couch grass and other nasties. This area behind an area eldest was going to tend has gone a bit ramshackle. And worse there are brambles and wild roses growing rather furiously through the shrubs which are spiky. Lots of spiky from the previous owners…

I would also say the beds I created for my daughters are suffering from neglect but who can blame them when couch grass grows rampant and spiky wild roses are transferring. I haven’t been trying to get rid yet as one bush will fill the green bin unless I can snip each branch really tiny.

Our new compost bin is a way off at the moment as suppliers of wood have been hit by the same panic buying as supermarkets and who knows how long they will be continuing their supply during the shutdown that no one knows how to comply with. Not the best speech maker in a crisis our normally jovial PM is lost without his ability to waffle. Ho hum!

Needs a scalp!
Roses or brambles? Spiky demons…
Bin is full…
Must print this out for Squeaks!

Getting angry doesn’t help!

I lost a whole blog I wrote today. From isolation it’s hard to get your voice heard but I was angry and that might be why my words disappeared. From my garden I can’t see the partying over friendly Brits. But I hear the PM hasn’t managed to decisively tell them off either…

Bozo may well get Brexit done but he’s not managing this crisis very well… can we elect a grownup next time?

I won’t be visiting any gardens any time soon…

I can see new tulips flowering and am proud of my girls doing the remote work without bickering or over monitoring them. There’s been an overload of Dr Who this evening and yes I probably need to direct myself a bit better. I have some paint to finish after all.

Orange tulips…
We will try to enjoy our garden, maybe a box from Morrison’s and we can set up the barbecue for Squeaks birthday…