Hello! Wasn't the weather spectacular over the bank holiday weekend? After the coldest, wettest, windiest May ever, that warm sunshine was glorious. I have to confess that I spent most of the weekend indoors working on my latest university assignment which wasn't much fun, but needed to be done. Also, John was working so it's not like we would have gone anywhere or done anything. However, it was still nice to eat meals outside and take the dog out for a warm, early evening walk.
I do like May. I like that feeling of being on the cusp of summer, of watching the garden grow and change on a daily basis. And the cow parsley. After weeks of cold, grey dog walks it was so nice to appreciate the flowers in some appropriately spring-like weather.
We finally packed away the winter bedding. When I say winter bedding, I mean the brushed cotton duvet covers which are deliciously warm and cosy and one of the best things we've ever bought. I also packed away the woolen blankets and brought out the cotton ones but I'm not switching to the summer duvet itself yet - this is England and it will probably be cold again tomorrow.
There's not a lot happening in the house at the moment, all energy is being direct to work and university, and then the garden, which is looking good after so much rain.
The bees are absolutely loving the rhododendrons, it's lovely to hear them buzzing around while I'm outside.
The sweet peas have suddenly woken up and are filling out in their deep pots, just starting to climb up their bamboo and string frames.
I'm having mixed success with my seeds. In March I planted zinnias, cosmos, sunflowers and dahlias. Every single one of my zinnias died. Every single one of them. I blame the weather. (I generally blame either the weather or covid for everything at the moment, and I cannot blame the death of my seedlings on the corona virus....) But it's not all lost. I have just planted out lots of sunflowers in the big blue trough, and my dahlias are dotted about in various planters. Something is munching their leaves though, I will have to keep a close eye.
The cosmos are still in their little pots in the cold frame but looking good, I just need to decide where to plant them. Imagine if I could pick a tiny bunch of flowers from the garden which I had grown myself, from seed? Exciting.
The herbs have gone bananas in the planter from all the sun and rain - I can barely eat them quickly enough. It's saving me a fortune in shop-bought herbs though.
For the last six weeks or so I've been steadily working on my crochet top. It's now sewn together and I have just started the edging of the neckline, cuffs and body.
On Sunday I laid it out on the floor to get a good look at it in the sunshine. I turned my back for a minute to find the pattern, ready to start the edging, and when I turned back someone had made themselves comfortable.
As you can see from the photo below, this dog does like to make a bed on all soft surfaces, whether they were put there for him or not.
All other crafting time has been spent on my Stitch A Day sampler.
Highlights include: Angus's birthday, fun with friends (Eurovision, eating ramen, drinking margaritas), time outside (bees, a stream, cow parsley, wild garlic), food and drink (coffee, asparagus, French toast, pizza), time in the garden (hanging basket, overgrown lawn) and the everyday (trips to the library and charity shop, crafting, pick and mix sweets).
I am still loving this project and enjoying watching the colours gradually change throughout the year. There will be more green tones in June's embroideries before moving into yellow for July and August.
We started with breakfast in the garden then went down to Gunwharf in Portsmouth for a bit of shopping and a coffee.
I've really enjoyed socialising lately: we had house guests come to stay for the weekend of Eurovision; I've drunk coffee in the garden with friends; drunk wine in other friend's gardens. It's been wonderful to need to extend the kitchen table and cook for bigger numbers again, to have all the family round in the back garden. Things we took for granted.