One Potato ~ Two Potato

My Granddaughter showing the first lifted New Potatoes

I Promised I would update you on how the Allotments were growing.. All is coming along nicely. And as you can see, one little girl was delighted to collect the first dug new potatoes and bag them for dinner. 

Brassica Family and Dwarf beans. Curly Kale.

Everything is growing well now.. its just a matter of keeping the weeds down

More photos can be found in the gallery Here  on the Update of what else is growing in Dreamwalker’s Garden update. 

Oh and remember our little friend who came to visit and then disappeared some time ago.. Well he was back today. I managed to sneak up on him the second time.. The first time I saw him I walked right under the hanging nut feeder this morning as its positioned under an arch of trees where he was doing his balancing act .. I glanced up and I do not know who jumped first, me or the mouse.. As he jumped back into the conifer hedge. 🙂 I waited a while and he came out again. This time I crept up and he tolerated me and I snapped this picture  until I got too close  then he disappeared again into the hedge. 

He was as curious about me as I was about him. My little friend is back

Have a wonderful weekend all of you.

Blessings

Sue

 

It’s The Little Things That Count.

 

A little visitor came by today,

to share some food that came his way

He crept up high

As I crept low

As I willed him to turn and say Hello

My Camera clicked and he was gone

But his belly was full as his eyes now shone..

So I turned my lens down to the ground

To see what fairies might have found

How Nature never ceases to amaze

If one take time to lower their gaze.

And open one’s eyes to the ‘Little Things’

That makes a difference, what pleasure it brings.

We first need our hearts to open wide

To discover that the secrets lie inside

And once open for the world to see

You now get the perspective of the Bee

And so in life its the ‘Little Things’

Which mean the most, what joy they bring

Its the smile and greeting, a caring thought

A helping hand when things get fraught

It matters not the money in your purse

For you can’t take it with you in your hearse

But the deeds you have done

And the memories you have made

And the Love shared

Is All that is craved.

So plant well all the Little Things in Life

For they are most cherished

Enjoy

Be Nice!

Have a beautiful weekend all of you

Blessings

Sue

Painting for Pleasure

Having had a few days to please myself, and being as its been raining most days,  so the garden has been out of bounds.. I decided to revitalise a galvanised bucket which had been sat outside for some time..

We bought some herbs from the garden centre last week and we will plant them in the bucket which we have put drain holes in, to stand on the patio.. I didn’t get any photo’s of what it looked like before, but thought I would spruce it up even more with a little mouse.. Well in fact two cheeky mice!.

 All I have to do now is add some clear varnish over the bucket to keep weather proof.. Then plant the herbs.. I came across Robert Burns poem To A Mouse.

Below is the Standard English Translation from Robert Burns original Poem so those who do not understand the broad Scottish in the Video, so you can translate and understand..

Thank you for Reading

Sue

Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,
O, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December’s winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cosy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

Source: Poem Robert Burns  To a Mouse http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_a_Mouse