Life is full up on the hill at the moment. The kitchen is still in progress.
Here is Ian taking out the sink and then the new ceiling in all its newly plastered glory. Still to be done? Don't ask. It will happen, eventually.
The garden is throwing stuff at us faster than we can eat it: cavolo nero, onions, chard, beetroot, potatoes, raspberries, blueberries, beans, salad stuff. And the cutting garden too is full: full of dark purple sweet peas, orange marigolds, orange and gold cosmos, black cornflowers and White nicotiana. There are jugs all over the house but I still can't keep up.
And of course there are the projects which have totally stalled. The quilt which hasn't moved on since last November is lying in a box upstairs. At some point it will start whimpering reproachfully when I go by but just now it is dozing quietly. The socks which I dropped a stitch on in January have already got to that reproachful stage. Every time I go past my knitting bag they sigh heavily. They will just have to wait. It is gardening season, never mind sorting out the kitchen season. Besides I still haven't worked out what I am going to do to sort the hole out. I had a look at it on one rainy day and feel pretty sure I am just going to have to take the sock back, quite a long way, having turned the heel and everything. It may be that if I leave it long enough I will not mind so much.
And then there are the new eggs sitting in the incubator, barnevelders and scots dumpies (don't you just love the names). There is so little going on at home it is obviously the ideal time to start a new project. They will be lovely though. I will find some photos.
And this blog counts as my first ever written on the new iPad, another rather glorious soaker up of time!
I might just be getting the hang of it.