Loveliest of trees…

I had a handyman here today repairing the steps outside.  I have had a go at this twice before myself, and there must be some skills which don’t lend themselves to my normal methods of Internet + give it a go, bricklaying being one of them.  Like Mr Starmer, I am obviously “not Winston Churchill” (or perhaps I am because although he liked bricklaying, reputedly he was not good at it either).  Anyway while he was doing that I concentrated on womanly tasks; I made a cake for the Farmer’s Market Concert tomorrow, and started on the curtains for the drawing room.

It has been a while since I did some serious sewing with the machine, but it is obviously not something you forget, and it seems to be going alright.  I will be very pleased if the curtains look ok, because that will have saved us about £900 (the difference between buying the material and making them myself and buying them made to measure from John Lewis).  Both R and J refused to learn a new skill and have a go at the sewing machine.

Today for the first time ever, Amber jumped on my desk and had a big drink from my glass of water.  Unlike R, I do not mind.

After all this I went to put the bins out – ten moments ago it was pouring with rain and look at it now.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.