This weekend, the sun was shining and I could almost believe that spring was on its way.
With the washing on the line, the floors mopped, and the slow cooker doing its business, I took the time to look around the garden, cut the dead wood from the herbs and let the dog run free.
FL is "Smoort wi' cal". In English: he is "smothered by a cold", and no, he doesn't have any antibiotics. This is not good. If he is not better tomorrow I must march him to the GP.
But he went to golf and wore himself out. After dinner he went straight to bed with a Lemsip.
Dinner: slow-cooked Caribbean chicken with rice and peas, from The Ultimate Slow Cooker. Fabulous!
I also rustled up a batch of chocolate cherry cupcakey-muffin things, which are vanishing fast.
No sewing whatsoever!
I spent Saturday evening watching World Book Night on BBC2, followed by Brideshead Revisited.
And I cast on for Betty Jean McNeil. Several hours of knitting later and I have a hem. I strongly suspect this cardigan is going to take a lot longer than one month.
I can't resist another close up of a crocus.
Oh look! Our old back door is still propped up against the back of the house - how lovely!
But everything looks better when the skies are blue and the washing is swaying gently rather than blowing off the line.
I could almost imagine planting seeds and growing things again.
The Chiltern Seeds Veg Book is on my knee as I knit. The secret is not to get too ambitious. I am not willing to spend every waking moment digging and weeding. I will plant some Tuscan kale, some purple sprouting broccoli and some broad beans. No more.
FL has given the farm labourer from next door the use of a plot of our land to plant veg for his family, in exchange for a small share of the crops. It's a good deal for both sides.
I am hoping he will also take on some of the hard digging of the herb garden, for payment in actual cash. I can't bear another year of evil looks from the neighbours for letting the area outside their front doors run to weed and seed and I just can't keep up with the pace of growth of the "rat grass" and thistles. I would so much rather be sewing or knitting!
Here's the result of about eight hours of knitting.
That blue line is where the hem turns over.
So in eight hours I have effectively knitted the first inch of my cardigan.
I might have to cast on a sock just to stay sane.
I hope the sun is shining wherever you are!