Well folks I really think we can say that today is spoiling us with what could be the first day when it really felt like Spring. I say 'could be' because there are still four hours of daylight left and our weather has been so capricious this year that almost anything can happen in four hours (read JayCee today for proof of this). But when Priscilla and I went out for our walk round the block the sun was shining - and was actually quite warm - and the sky was blue and there was practically no breeze. It lifted the spirits considerably.
The only problem is (and isn't there always a problem where our climate in the UK is concerned) that we really are getting pretty desperate for rain - that is if we are in any way connected with gardening. My tubs round in the back garden must be desperate for water but I can't really reach them. The pansies either side of the front door are fine. They have been in the pots since early September and have done exactly what the owner of the Garden Centre where I bought them said they would do - they had a nice floral display in September and October and they went dormant until about a month ago and have now Sprung to life and are putting on a splendid display. By putting a jug on my shelved wheelie I can get water to the front door and water them - and this I am doing several times a week.
There was a short delay there because I w entinto the kitchen. Any manoeuvre which involves walking takes me a long time these days (I have to use my indoor Priscilla). A couple of weeks ago friends brought me some sausages from a well-known butcher a few miles away from here. I put them into my freezer but yesterday I decided to take them out and defrost them and make myself a sausage sandwich for my tea. I had popped them into my Remoska and suddenly I could smell them cooking. I went to look and they look just right - so now my mouth is watering. (Thank you S and T if you are reading this).
And speaking of S and T - they have hens and a while ago they were given some eggs to hatch out. Only two hatched. One, already now a flamboyant and vociferous cockerel, has a loud crow and uses it throughout the day. The other is a tiny bantam hen. I can only think that the first thing she saw when she emerged from her egg shell was T because she obviously considers him to be her Dad and follows him everywhere. Wherever he goes in the garden she is two steps behind. Last week they lost her and after searching everywhere went into the shed and, sure enough, there she was on T's bench sitting happily waiting for him.
Well it is an hour later. The sausages smell delicious so I am off to make myself a sandwich - the problem is do I put chutney/sauce in or have it plain.