It’s the sixth day of summer and the sun is finally shining, a cloudless sky and some warmth in the air. For the past couple of weeks we thought winter was back, cold and wet with snow and sleet straight from the south pole. Fingers crossed that summer will stay for a few weeks at least until after the Christmas holidays.
We have had a strange bird in the garden of late, seems to be a loner. It was around last year for a short while and then disappeared.
We haven’t found it in the “What bird is that?” book, do any readers know what type of bird it is. It only has a short beak which is hard to see in the pic, it’s black face is very distinctive, and it’s about as big as the jock-whitty (grey thrush).
Saturday was the quarterly meeting of the Tas quilting Guild, and being December, where would we be without a yummy Christmas lunch, with the usual festive fun that goes with it – the Kris Kringle baskets and best dressed table competition (sorry I didn’t think about photos of them) – some were very elaborate and well deserving of the prize.
I had my fabrics and a few other things for sale, and that was successful enough to warrant planning on doing it at every meeting next year.
And on Sunday, at Woodbridge market, I had my silk scarves for sale.
The weather was atrocious in the morning, and we had very few visitors, but the rain and wind stopped around lunch time, and out the people came for the afternoon. The upside of not many visitors is that you get time to talk to those who are there.
Kitchen and laundry renovations are about to start later this week, so I’m off now to start emptying the laundry in readiness, nearly 15 years of ‘stuff’ to sort out.