Having taken two days off to spend time with said son and finding him absent this is how my second day went - dig a bit, sit a bit, crochet an African flower. Dig a bit, sit a bit, crochet another flower. So mow I have a nice pile of flowers and a mind full of plans for the pond planting. I'd like to think that I've done my year's share of exercise over the past few days but as I slide into the bath I'm not at all convinced. Oh, but how lovely to slump on the sofa with a lovely pile of wool.....oh, and a very well deserved glass of wine.
By the end of day three I felt sure I must have sweated at least twenty pounds off but the image confronting me in the mirror in my shorts told quite a different story. Anyway, the pond is in situ, just waiting for six weeks for some fish and I managed to fit in a little bit of crochet along the way. None of the weekend's projects are much to look at just yet but as I say .... high hopes.
A dear friend gave me this lovely hunk of dead tree - as soon as I saw it I knew what I would do with it - the perfect seat at the edge of the pond where I can sit and eat strawberries while I admire my handiwork.
Just need to do a few more flowers and then figure out how to fill in the gaps and then the cushion should be about done. The photo doesn't really do the colours justice but I can't seem to get it right.
In the spirit of using up as much as possible I've also been using up all the little bits and bobs of ball ends. They started off as little buttons ...
but then grew into tiny granny squares - I actually had a few 'spare' navy blue squares but I'm sure the birds made off with them when I was sitting in the garden! Cheeky devils but I quite like the idea of my little feathered friends lining their nests with a little granny square.
In true British weather form we've gone from tropical heat one day to decidedly chilly overnight. Oh well, at least I'm not torn between the garden and my craft projects - always got to look on the bright side, hey?