It's Friday, but not as we know it!

Knowing that the weather was forecast to be damp and dreary over the weekend, I took advantage of Thursday's afternoon's sunshine to catch up with some gardening.  The hebes, which we moved into pots three years ago, did not flower last year. Investigations confirmed my theory that they are potbound, so they are gradually being planted in the ground. We have six or seven to move. So far we have managed one. Why? Because the daffodils that they share a pot with, are still in flower, their season delayed by the abnormally cool spring. It seems rude to cut short their moment of glory.

Plants purchased from the local garden centre are still huddled on the patio table.
The monster plant that appeared in the raised bed, has been identified as Red Campion, and despatched to the compost heap.
The daisy, transplanted from our old garden, has flourished. This progress was marked by the indignity of being subdivided and despatched to the four corners of the garden. It will soon recover, as it is a very hardy plant that will grow from just a small section of root.

Gradually order is being restored after the winter weather, but there is still quite a lot to do! DH is working on the lawns, so the frame that protects the pond from leaves in the autumn, has been requisitioned to allow the lawn to be treated, whilst protecting wildlife. Unfortunately, it also looks like a guinea pig/rabbit run (see top right of the picture above). The first night it was out there was a fox barking close by. Coincidence?

Friday lived down to the forecast. Meanwhile, out on the fence, squirrels battled for access to the feeder, whilst the rain continued to fall.

The KHT was otherwise occupied. On days like today I often end up at the cinema with her.
As it was a quiet day, it was the perfect opportunity for the youngest two grandchildren to pop round for a visit. G5 (Aged 3) is very fond of a set of hardbacked Mr Men books, which I kept from when the KHT was younger.

Too soon it was time for her to have her lunch, change into her uniform for nursery and depart, leaving G6 (aged 1) briefly in my care. We had a great game of matching wheel spins to clapping and tapping. Fortunately, his mother returned just as he was getting fractious. It was his lunchtime, and he knew it!

This left me with an hour or so to wrestle with this week's sermon on 'The Holy Spirit'. I am not happy with what I have prepared so far, more work is required. A bear with very little brain requires time to mull over and cogitate on these matters.

In the evening we took G3 (now aged 9) to a children's group at the parish church. On the edge of the car park is a beautiful flowering tree, probably ornamental given its diminutive stature. G3 (now aged 9) did a happy dance in honour of the tree, as is her wont. Unfortunately, as she was moving when I took this picture, it looks as if her arms are rather short....

We had a slow start to the bellringing this evening. I did wonder if we were going to have enough volunteers to be able to ring all the bells. In faith, we raised them all ready to ring, and we had a very rewarding session, with lots of new things tried.

It's been a funny old day, not at all like a normal Friday, but special in its own way. Meanwhile, I am left wondering if it will rain all day tomorrow, or if the sun will put in an appearance.  Time will tell.