Today is our market day and the Gardening Chap was doing a roaring trade. It's funny what happens this time of year when there are a few warm days (warm again today) - everyone gets the Gardening Bug; it's out with the fading bulbs and Spring bedding and in with the 'Bedding Plants' and then fingers crossed that there isn't a frost for the next week or so. I remarked to the Gardenman that he was going to be run off his feet today and his answer was, 'well that's my plan!'
I bought antirrhinums and geraniums (violet coloured flowers - should be interesting). Now tomorrow morning I shall empty the two beds I can reach of their Spring bulbs, which have almost finished, and put in the new plants. I can reach these two beds easily, so I shall enjoy doing them.
So far all I have done is to put the new plants up against the wall of the bungalow and water them well.
Twice today I have scraped my leg. This morning I opened a kitchen cabinet door on to my shin and cut the skin. It bled profusely for about half an hour before stopping and beginning to crust over. This afternoon I scraped the back of the same leg as I stepped down the patio door step on to the patio - as I write it has not quite stopped bleeding. I spoke to our chemist about the damage - at my age, with thin skin on my shins, there is always the possibility of leg ulcers and I don't wish to go down that road. To that end I have rolled my jeans up to the knee. It doesn't look very elegant but the fresh air is getting to the wounds and that way I stand the best chance of avoiding trouble. (Can't remember who said ' I am old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled!')
Friend W and I had our normal Friday lunch out today at our local Auction House restaurant. As usual it was delicious. My starter of Chicken liver parfait with toast and house chutney was so good - I really would almost have liked to have it again instead of my main course - lamb on a bed of baby broad beans and new potatoes, although that too was delicious.
We had a look round the items in tomorrow's Auction Sale. I always find it rather sad - most of the items are from good house clearances and are things which I presume the owners in the past have treasured. There were half a dozen samplers - worked by children maybe between the ages of around eight and teenage years. All the love and work that goes into them and now they are passing into the hands of people who have never known the family at all.
Perhaps this is a good time to say that a very dear friend, who passed away some years ago, embroidered a sampler for the farmer and I. I treasure it greatly and look at it every single day.
The friend was the mother of my God-daughter, so if A is looking at this now I do hope it reminds her of the happy times we all had in the past when her parents were still with us.
Well, the countdown to tomorrow's bit event is on. And Prince Charles will be walking the Bride down the last bit of the chapel to the High Altar. I like Prince Charles. I think his heart is in the right place. After a strict upbringing at a school he didn't like, I think he has done his very best to lighten things up to the best of his ability. And the way his two sons behave and the way they show their real affection for him is surely testament of how hard he has tried.
So, gardening, eating lunch, watch that wedding now and again to see how things are going and keeping my trouser legs rolled up to let the air get to those wounds - that is the order of the day here in my little abode. Enjoy your day too.