There’s a great piece of music by Billy Mayerl called Wisteria, it’s a perfect depiction in sound of this fantastic plant – it’s just coming into bloom, lilac sprays all over and utterly glorious in the sunshine. It’s also very heavy and quite rapidly destroying the trellis that’s supposed to be supporting it – more the other way round now.
Not sure what to do with it, can’t possibly cut it down, it’s far too beautiful and a real centrepiece to the garden.
June (well, May) is busting out all over, including the slugs. Copper tape and wool pellets are not working, having some success with crushed eggshells however, courtesy of a mammoth baking session the other day. They have to be crushed else Clifford (TBRD) pinches them to eat. He’s not too bright.
All was well until Clifford (TBRD) went and sat at the feet of minima. Who was eating dinner very reluctantly, which is equally suspicious.
Minima is normally of the opinion that everything is food so for her not to be chowing down should have been a clue all was not well. Missed that one. Note for future.
Sudden eruption, squarely christening Clifford (TBRD) in projectile vomit.
So now have spent past hour cleaning, in order, screaming mess of minima who’s also now running a fever, the floor, the chair, Clifford (very unwillingly as he wasn’t bothered) and large proportion of the kitchen floor.
Pretty pictures – recently dyed (and sold) skeins. At least the tribe has learnt a new word (skein) and I’ve learnt not to leave any where Clifford (T.B.R.D) can get near them. He’s of the opinion that the lawn needs further decoration with double knit wool, as do the shrubs, fence, rose bushes and wheelbarrow. Happily this was post lesson learned.
Good points – very cheap or free depending on family or charity shop sourced.
Bad points – Fluff. Everywhere.
Finished rug? Sometime later, this is tough on the fingers. Give me crochet lace any day although I suspect arthritis is somewhere in my future sadly.
The UFO – unfinished object list – is growing. Clothes for minor and minima, skirt for me, curtains, it’s all getting a bit much. So many good ideas and a lack of time to execute them which is really frustrating. Either a lack of time or bad organisation are leading to a conspicuous lack of progress. A solid hour of crochet last night during a rehearsal (I wasn’t involved, just being a taxi service) helped move the green silk shawl on a lot.
Nasty grey no more!
Here are some of the latest dyeing photos – dyeing started last year with an unfortunately snot coloured scarf, it’s now a slightly more attractive green but I still can’t bring myself to wear it due to the memory of its former state. One for the dressing up basket I suspect. Anyway – nasty grey potholders are now transformed with natural dyes, the turmeric in the middle is fabulously sunny.
Everything is in, planted up, watered and looking slightly droopy. Guess that its transplanting shock – it will pass.
Cucumbers are a new venture, I’ve bought 2 plants, hoping that they’re self fertilising or else I’ve got one of each gender.
Rhubarb season has started with a vengeance, first harvest today garnered 9.5lbs of the stuff. Last years total harvest was about the 30lb mark so this year looks set to be huge, we’ll be sick of the stuff by this time next year. I thought these things were supposed to go in cycles, good year/bad year. Obviously not.
Clifford fell in the stream. Large, wet and very smelly red dog with black bits of mud and ??? unspeakable dead thing.