weekend..

The weeks seem to speed by... very calm today and chilly. if the cloud would clear!

But the season is ripening. The air feels and smells different, more alive, and the skylark sings at first light and onwards. 

Focus on seeds!  "Seedtime and harvest shall not cease" and in this we co-operate. The sturdy trays of broad beans and peas are hardening off and tomorrow will be planted out , with a soft cover to hand in case of frost, and the trays swiftly replanted, The peas will mix on the wire with sweet peas. also sown already.

And more flowers to come.  Once the food crops are in.

My neighbours are hard at work winkle-picking! Of course they offered me some but .... one of my earliest seaside/island holiday memories as a child was of winkle picking and crab gathering but not for me.... The true island life here is very traditional and good, and my passion for growing is approved...easy to fit in.

Yesterday in between squally deluges, a walk with two of the cats. Young Smudgie is in training as a "follow cat" and doing very well.  Boycat, 14 now, follows at a sedate pace while the youngster races at breathtaking speed.  A  wonderful sight. From street stray to coastal sprints .

The gorse is a golden glory in the sun and the pale sands smooth and clear.

So day by day in this fair fine place.