We’ve had a bumper crop of lemons this Spring.
In order to make the most of them (besides I prefer lime in gin), I made some lemon marmalade. The first time I’ve made jam or marmalade of any kind. I don’t eat marmalade myself, but everyone I’ve given it to says that it’s fab :-).
This is the garden at approx. 07:30 this morning. And no, I have no idea what I was doing up at that hour. The mist was quite lovely, and I half expected to see some spectral figure emerge (an evening with Dr Bones does that to a girl).
The mellow fruitfulnes is being provided by our lemon tree. Just as the gin and tonic season is ending! [If you want to read the Keats poem
I’m alluding to, you can find it here, and it’s worth it]
Otherwise, I was down in Kent this weekend. As you can see, ‘that creature Desmond’ doesn’t think much of that reading lark.
Once I got back it was the usual weekend stuff – supper with friends, washing the cat and a lovely, long phone call from Huw
. I now have to gird my loins, and get ready for a couple of weeks breaking things.
I’m tempted to turn up wearing my nice, leopard skin (fake!), pointy boots. Just to start as I mean to go on…