The warm sunshine on the allotment this morning was just wonderful. I always feel the colour of the new forced rhubarb is a little outrageous, all that lime green and pink. There were some nice creamy white leeks to dig, and a little purple sprouting broccoli. After I took this photo we found a hidden row of plump orange carrots, but they were too muddy to include in the picture!
Back home I have been finishing off a journal piece of March daffodils. Appliqued fabric on to a wool embellished background. I was not entirely happy with the needle felted background daffodils, they are a bit too blobby!
We have just got back from a trip north to Macclesfield, getting to know the youngest member of our family – five week old William. He is just beginning to take notice of what’s going on around him…
We had a special meal out with Dad Tim, and Mum Sofia who was celebrating her birthday.
Here is William eyeballing Steve – Farfar (Swedish for Grandfather – father’s father)
And dozing here with me, Farmor – (Swedish for Grandmother – father’s mother)
We took a trip out to Little Morton Hall, nowadays beautifully kept by The National Trust. In the late 1700s Steve’s 6x Great Uncle -also called William (Thornicroft)- was a tenant farmer here. Records show that when he lived here it was in a pretty rundown state!
1st March, the first day of spring and a beautiful morning. Plenty of snowdrops and early daffodils were in evidence on our walk this morning. But the kitchen garden at Kingston Lacy was mainly bare earth with not much to see.
Except for these wonderful little creatures …
We watched them enjoying digging deep in the mud, snuffling and snorting, and even blowing bubbles. They obviously see (smell?) things under the earth that we are oblivious of…
All a matter of perception I suppose!