It has been the morning I predicted - an hour in the garden, this time I tackled the fernery, cutting off last year's dead foliage and generally tidying up the plants before feeding them. The Irish Tatting Fern, which is my favourite (it was bought for me by friend G) shows no sign of growth at all, but I know it is always like that and one day will burst into frond.
The farmer has spent the morning cleaning up pine cones and needles from our Scots pines. We do value them for the way they encourage the owls at night and for the shelter they give us from the prevailing wind. But really, the mess they make when they shed their cones and their needles means a lot of hard work.
Then I came indoors to tackle Lyndsey Bareham's Almond Pilaf with Cumin Chicken for lunch. It was a bit of a fiddle to make (but then, so would roast beef and Yorkshire pud be if you had never done it before) but it was delicious. If you fancy trying it, go to
thetim.es/foodflickr - I think the recipe is there. It was published in the Times on April 18th.
Now, in five minutes or so, I am going to our neighbouring village with a group of friends for afternoon tea in the Village Hall. Must resist more than one piece of cake.