Saturday, July 28, 2007

courgettes at last

courgettes at last, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

I went home last Thursday after a week away and found that the sun and rain had done their work and there were 2 courgettes ready to harvest. So I picked them and turned them into dinner.

Friday, July 20, 2007

bizzy backson

Not dead, busy.

Say hello and tell me nice things.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

courgettes day 58

courgettes day 58, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Look what I found this morning. A flower!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

courgettes day 56

courgettes day 56, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

They've enjoyed all the rain and produced lots of leaves, but no flowers yet.

Monday, July 09, 2007

another weekend, another wedding

To Oxford for the wedding of Chris and Caroline, now Dr and Dr C.R.
It was a lovely day and beautifully sunny for a change. It was good to catch up with old friends and spend time in Oxford.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

passion flower

passion flower, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Here is a pretty flower, snapped while walking back to the car after Dave and Vicky's wedding.
We have a passion flower plant in our garden. Sadly, it's not producing any flowers. Someone cut it back a little too severely and it's struggling to get its head above the rosemary bush.

rain, rain, go away

Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky.
Stormy weather
Since my man* and I ain't together
Keeps on raining all the time

Yesterday there were fantastic thunderstorms and hailstorms. And it's July. What's that about?

I have come to the conclusion that Debs is a far better blogger than I am. She posts things more often, has something to say and she's actually funny. Whereas I moan too much, post too infrequently and rarely have anything of note to say. Something must be done.

My head is full of thoughts and realisations, all of them half formed and in need of more time to digest. Some of them might become blog posts. Some of them won't.

Last weekend I went to a wedding, this weekend I'm going to a wedding. Life is good, I like weddings.

I have an essay due in 16 days and no weekends left in which to write it. Life is busy. I like busy, but it's tiring.

I've run out of enthusiasm at work, probably because I'm getting closer to leaving. There are plenty of things that need doing, but not much oomph to do them. Life plods on.

*There is no man to be not together with, but apart from that it's a highly appropriate song.