A woodland walk

What do you reckon to Nellie then, she's a character isn't she. I call her the original penny pincher, the original super scrimper, and the tightest tightwad in the whole wide world. And it's not just money saving that she knows about, oh no, she has opinions about everything. Any problems that people are stuck on, good old Nellie will come up with the answer. Her speciality is sorting out relationships. She didn't want me to tell anyone but she used to be Marjorie Proops second in command when she wrote her agony aunt column, what a team eh, Marje and Nellie, awesome.

Anyway, I've persuaded Nellie to do a regular guest post for us, it's going to cost me though. As well as the stockings and the blue rinses, she wants a monthly visit to the Swedish massage parlour, apparently her back is playing her up and she says a good rub down would do wonders for it. I think I can just about afford that, so as soon as the contract is signed, we should be getting some more words of wisdom from Nellie. I shall look forward to that.

So, what did I do today. It was a gloriously sunny morning, so a walk in the woods seemed a good idea. Everything is lush and green, the litter is not so noticeable now it is covered with undergrowth. I still managed to find some though where the kids congregate, the rope swings hanging off the trees gave a clue. I shall have to go back there with some bags and pick it up.  

The birdsong was lovely.

Through the trees I could hear the dogs barking for their breakfast in the nearby Kennels.

There is a little wooden bridge over a particularly boggy bit, where the water constantly runs down the hill to the river.

The paths are nice and dry now, even after the rain we have been having overnight.

This afternoon was pottering in the garden. It was very hot. Trimming up bushes, cutting down all the daffodil leaves, and trimming the grass around the edges and in the nooks and crannies where the mower can't get to. I have potted up some of the cuttings, I like these variegated leaves. Those in the big pots behind were started from small cuttings a couple of years ago, they take ages to grow. I wonder how many of these 20 new ones will survive. I can live in hope.

Dinner tonight was a bit of a mixed bag. I got a packet of reduced rice noodles, so I mixed them with mushrooms, chick peas, spinach, and grated cheese, cooked in sesame seed oil, with garlic puree, wholegrain mustard, lemon juice, and a tablespoon of yogurt added just before serving. It was fandabidozi scrumptious.  

It's the weekend again, don't they come round quickly. I shall be busy tomorrow at our village fete, we have a stall for our cat rescue, to raise funds for the pussies in our care. I hope you have a good weekend, whatever you are doing.

Toodle pip.