Happiness is…dropped feed dogs and a darning foot….oh and a garden!
My lovely other half has an alluring way of softly asking, “can we do a card for my dad…my brother…my god-daughter…?” I do love his use of the word ‘we’. It is a team effort, I sit at the sewing machine and create and he…ummm…well he watches sport on tv. When I question this, he asks whether I would rather be the one watching sport…and, well, I don’t, so I guess he really is doing me a favour!
I am not really complaining; I really enjoy a bit of free motion machine thread-drawing.
My other love is outside in the garden:
The pots and hanging baskets are bright and colourful.
The cosmos I sewed is finally coming in to flower.
My old blue strawberry planter never did well with strawberry plants…or herbs…or anything, but now the sempervivum (houseleeks) have decided that it is the perfect home and are thriving!
The dwarf sunflowers have taken a long time to flower (too much shade from the trees, I suspect) but are now showing their finery.
Even the aubergines are in flower!
The tomatoes are huge – just need them to turn red now.
Our cats have the cleanest paws on the street!
Oh and the cylcamen are flowering (which makes it feel rather Autumnal)
Our wild area is coming along nicely – lots of flowers for the bees and butterflies. We still have a lot of turf to dig up to sew our wildflower meadow, but we’ll get there eventually.
Max the cat has the softest, fluffiest tummy in the known universe!
The apples are nearing ripeness…
…and finally, the new solar fairy lights work a treat!
Deerey Me! 
ok, I admit, I was a bit confused at first – “dropped feed dogs”?! as in “drop the food on a poor unsuspecting dog’s head”?? But then I realised that it’s nothing to do with dogs, but with the “matare” for the sewing machine.
As for the “can we make a card” comment, we have something similar in this house; “are we going to have coffee tonight?”. A direct translation is “would you please make me a cup of coffee” but I suspect the Kenth finds that a bit too blunt 🙂
The cat tummy is gorgeous, as is the garden!
Oh yes, I recognise the coffee request…there are in fact so many things ‘we’ do; find and bring in the cats for the night, feed the cats, cook dinner, wrap birthday presents….etc.
It is a very fine tummy – and lovely that Max, unlike most cats, adores havung his tummy stroked and brushed. I confess there are times when I cannot help but rub my face in his fluffy tummy (at which point he usually decides I am far too grubby and tries to lick me clean – I disentangle myself then, as I really do prefer a shower to being licked clean by a cat).