So Summer became Autumn this week, the days are sunny but the evenings are cooler. So the seasons turn.
On Sunday the urge to play with fabric was just too much and I made this little dog, even of he looks more like a horse
Monday began with a delivery of these
Tuesday, I took some flowers to the cemetery, I like to pick some from Dad’s garden , it brings me closer to him somehow to show that the garden is still cared for.
The view is lovely from the lane by the cemetery, right across the Vale of Pickering is just so perfect.
We needed to go across town on Wednesday, down some lanes I must have traveled on many times , how come I missed seeing this bridge by the road?
Thursday, I was rootling around my crafty hoard when I came a cross half a dozen knitting patterns I had previously mislaid, they were in a totally ridiculous place, no wonder I couldn’t find them. I got organized. Look at my folder, and I have even put three unwanted patterns in a bag for a charity shop. How good is that?
And Finally TAHDAH!
Peppa Pig jumper is done and dusted, a mite on the big side perhaps, but done in time for Little Miss F’s birthday.
And no self respecting Nana could just give a jumper, could she? Here’s the trousers to accompany it, with Peppa herself. It’s meant to curl by the way…. just in case anyone was thinking well that’s a bit of rubbish knitting.
Linking with Natalie at Threads and Bobbins for Sunday Sevens.
I am dedicating this photo challenge to my Dear Old Dad, who died just over a year ago. I’ll explain why after the picture.
I am still in the process of winding up Dad’s affairs, including the sale of his house. Each week I go round there to check everything is fine, and have a wander round the garden to see what’s what and that it still looks pretty. Here I acknowledge the skill and care of the two gardeners who come in weekly and keep the garden looking just as Dad liked. A couple of weeks ago I wandered past the apple tree and then I noticed something which I had forgotten all about. Just before he had become ill he had received ten blackcurrant plants as a free gift ,alongside the seeds that he had ordered. The gardener had planted them into the otherwise now near empty vegetable plot. Now I don’t know if they were too late to fruit last year or if I simply didn’t look , but I know that I picked the beans that were in the vegetable plot, so surely I would have noticed? Anyway, gleaming in the sun, I spotted the bushes for the first time, absolutely laden with blackcurrants. I have picked so many now. We have ten containers full in the freezer, had a blackcurrant meringue pie, and given them away to neighbours. On Sunday, I made for the first time ever, a double crust pie. It’s leaked at the top and Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood would not be impressed, although it didn’t have a soggy bottom. And I feel very proud of myself.
It’s Dad’s last gift to me, Thanks Dad.
Do look at the other entries for the photo challenge at Blue Daisy