Five on Friday

Joining in with Amy and Five on Friday.

Allotment flowers.  I don't pick them regularly, and I leave quite a few for the bees, but sometimes it's nice to have a little bunch about the house.  At this time of year there's a sense of needing to enjoy them before the end of the season.

Autumn planting.  Sprouts and pansies.  A good pansy will keep going until spring.  No idea how they manage to keep blooming through the winter, they're really quite extraordinary.

Badgers at the allotment.  Happily, despite all of the works in the field over the back, the badgers are still about.  This isn't my sweetcorn, but someone else who's put in all the hard work will turn up and discover the badgers got there first.  I'm wondering why the badgers aren't eating the apples.  Maybe they're saving them for later.  They do seem to have a very good sense of when things are perfectly ripe.

A wonderful gift in the post.  A giveaway from the lovely Sue at Mr Micawber's Recipe for Happiness, thank you so much Sue.  Gorgeous plates, a tea towel that has vegetables on it, so is absolutely perfect for me, scrumptiously soft yarn, a mix of merino and silk and a lovely big red button.  The littlest boy asked if the yarn would be going into his blanket.  I fear not, it will be going around my neck in a delicious scarf I think.

A little calligraphy.  I got a book from the library, and just occasionally I have a moment to squiggle down some letters.  It's something that has always fascinated me.  Back when I was doing property law I used to love looking at title deeds from the 1800s.  Huge pieces of vellum, A3 or bigger, covered with immaculate copperplate script.  I liked to imagine the writer spending their days writing, writing, writing.  In my mind it was exactly like a scene from Dickens.  I've discovered that the beautiful swirly scripts are the trickiest.  Of course, they would be.

I'm wishing you all a good weekend.  I shall be tackling the garden on Saturday morning I think.  There are tomatoes that need to be turned into sauce and weeds that need to be weeded.  Living it large, I know.  Laters, CJ xx