As I write the rain is sheeting down on the window of the computer room. It is not a warm day and promises to be a cold Bank Holiday Week-end. I must say I am pleased to see the rain - my gardener has weed-killed my front lawn and sown the bare patches with grass seed. We were hoping for rain so that he didn't have to water it so he will no doubt welcome the rain too.
My God daughter came and we had a lovely relaxed evening - slippers, central heating on, wine, food, plenty to talk about, hot water bottles to take to our beds at half past ten as she had an early start to drive back the hour's journey to work. This gave Tess and me a good early walk and plenty of time to get me to the hairdressers. Then out to lunch with friend W and now home and waiting for a friend to call so that I can pay my car insurance which is due this week.
Hard frosts are forecast so I am relieved that I have not planted up my pots by the front door. The pansies in them are ready for throwing out. They have given me very good service over the winter months but are now looking very sad. It is always fun planting up for Summer.
For the first time since I have lived in the bungalow, when I drew the curtains back this morning there was a grey squirrel in my garden. I just hope he is not after eggs/baby birds from the nest in my garden hedge. Nature it might be but, like the corvid shooting ban that has recently come into force here in the UK, when nestlings of birds which are endangered - birds like lapwing and curlew - are just clambering out of their ground nests and the carrion crows are just waiting for the pickings it is distressing to even think about.