Indoors

Is where we are at lately. Illness and rain have sequestered us into our den.


This morning a tiny baby mouse the size of a large date ran through the open front door, peeped at us with giant mouse eyes, turned and ran out again. Was not sure whether to laugh or scream and so did a morphed version of both. At once. Then slammed the door and made myself a green tea. With extra honey. Slickin on those pounds with all of this medicinal Manuka honey for sure..... still, it's a tasty way to do it.

So, just finally when the chickens are in their newly built run and I only have to chase an escapee back a couple of times a day I thought I'd be free of uninvited house guests. Wrong again. Will be making a trip to the cat sanctuary next week, oh yes. The time has come when I can no longer ignore the little fury half-friends. Mouse traps have been snapping shut upon their squishy necks ever since we arrived courtesy of the man of the house but unseen to me as the whole thing makes me quiver. The boys are fond of telling their dad he will be back in his next life as a mouse (another bow to The Mountains of Tibet book).

Until the arrival of Mouser Cat and more fury excitement we amuse our rained-out summer selves indoors.

With the baking of strangely shaped blueberry cakes


...and of goats cheese and sun dried tomato tarts


We draw, glue and stick


Arrange early fallen leaves


Contemplate the summer goodies supplied by Jenny the Organic Veg Lady


...and dream of sunny beach days