Monday, 30 May 2011
Look what we found this morning...two beautiful little babies hatched by our gorgeous duck, Biscuit.
Terrible photos as I was obviously trying to keep back as far as I could but oh, how cute they are. One bundle of yellow fluff and one of cream and chocolate.
Names are already chosen - May for the little girl (the yellow) and Pecan for the boy.
Dear Biscuit has spent most of the morning washing herself and running around like something possessed, the result of sitting on eggs for so long and pride I guess - yes, I am applying a little anthropomorphism here. Indulge me please: I am a rather over-excited Pipany today.
The ducklings have wobbled their way all over the duck pen and are getting bolder by the minute. So blooming sweet!
Masses more photos will no doubt follow and will hopefully be a darned sight clearer.
Have a great day x
Friday, 20 May 2011
Our baby is five. How did that happen? I'm sure it was only but a moment ago I was clutching this tiny girl in my arms, her skin peach-soft and beautiful, large eyes peering up at me.
It wasn't always an easy path with little Isabella - she didn't sleep and wanted to be held most/all of the time - oh lord, how tired I was!
But, as with all these things, time moved on and Isabella grew
And now? Well, she is a lively, beautiful, funny,
cuddly bundle aged five and we love her to pieces.
Happy birthday little Isabella.
We love you my sweet girl xxx
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
And so April has moved aside and taken the sun with her; May has been cold, cold, cold so far in our little bit of Cornwall with gusty winds which test the poor bud-burdened peonies almost to the limit. The poppies are faring even worse and look bedraggled and broken, the promise of the show about to come possibly being halted before it starts. Of course, this is a sad reminder that yet again I have not staked the plants, allowing myself to be fooled by the recent balmy weather - will I ever learn?
The cushion soft leaves of the alchemilla - such a pretty name, don't you think? - are unfolding, diamond bright raindrops held shimmering at the edge and the lime green flowers slowly opening. I have a real thing about lime-coloured flowers, particularly when placed in vases full of creamy roses and lilac blossom. Such an elegant and yet old fashioned feel to arrangements such as these.
In recent weeks the garden has been a billowing mass of fruit blossom, everything from the clear white of the pears, the Merryweather (another lovely name) damson and the Victoria plum flowering for the first time to the pink flushed colours of the various apple trees. Even our greengage was covered and all are showing tiny fruitlets, almost as exciting as the wedding-like display with its seemingly endless confetti drifting down and filling the view from the windows.
Now the view is a lush mass of foliage in many hues, a layering of bronze and bright green through to the deeper forest greens, the garden held in suspension as it awaits the scarlet poppies, peonies and yellow flag iris which provide contrast to the bluebells and aquilegia scattering the banks. Will I ever put the hose pipe away instead of making it the focal point?!!.
Bank Holiday Monday saw Diana popping over for chat, business planning (she's so darn bossy!) and lunch. I always love these visits so much and come away from them feeling inspired and focussed, a result of her bossiness which I unfortunately seem to need (!) and actually, come to think of it, I don't come away at all as I live here. Do please pay attention. Dear Diana came bearing great gifts of her homemade peanut fudge - two beautifully packaged jars no less.
and now there are none, only a slightly queasy Pipany left to mark their passing. I just couldn't stop popping another one into my greedy mouth, so delicious was the stuff with its sugary sweetness balanced perfectly by crunchy peanuts. I challenge anyone to resist! By the way, did you know that eating a piece of this fudge followed by a salt and vinegar flavoured crisp changes the taste of the crisp to prawn cocktail? No? Thought not.
Work is calling and the sewing room awaits. Perhaps I'll take a leaf from Isabella's book and pop on a white sparkly white dress, some pink wellies and release my inner princess instead ... it was just a thought!
By for now x