I was very pleased to see that her 15-year old daughter was bundled up in jogging trousers and hoody (with the hood up, no less). At least she was actually outside (not festering in a darkened cave of a bedroom), sitting on the sun lounger, texting all and sundry and grunting at her younger sister. No inappropriately early lobster-coloured skin for her. Actually, bearing in mind that she's one-quarter Indian (albeit with blonde hair and English rose complexion), sunburn is not a problem for her and her siblings, they go from white to brown almost overnight, bypassing red completely.
But today is even nicer, the temperature is reckoned to get to 18, maybe even 20 degrees centigrade (that's mid-60s in Fahrenheit). I got so hot this morning that I've had to change into a short sleeved t-shirt for the first time this year. Yay!
I've been waiting for a day of unbridled sunshine so I could take photos of my newest piece of window jewellery/suncatcher to put in my Etsy shop. It's a five-pointed star, of a more traditional shape and size than the other one I've got in there.
And, of course, while I was out there with the camera, I just had to take some other shots of what's going on in the garden.
We have a resident pair of doves who have nested for the last two seasons in the tree that grows in front of our house, but this year they fancied a change of venue. I'd noticed them scoping out a large conifer in our back garden, which has very dense foliage and is practically next door to the food source I provide in the garden. From the kitchen window I've watched Mr Dove flying backwards and forwards fetching twigs to build their, frankly rubbish, nest. Last year they raised two fledglings so I'm hoping they're as successful this year.
Not sure if you can make her out - Mrs Dove sitting on the nest, right in the middle of the picture.
Here's a closeup of her, keeping an eye on me.
Seeds that I've planted for the allotment are starting to come up. I start all my vegetables off in my two little plastic greenhouses and then transplant them to the allotment because, when I started the allotment 3 years ago now, I couldn't tell the difference between tiny seedlings and weeds. At least this way I know what's what and I can keep an eye on them.
3 different kinds of lettuce, spring onions and other stuff.
Kale, broccoli and sunflowers.
Beetroot and Sprouts.
There will be many, many more pots in there eventually.
The purple violas I bought as tiny plug plants several weeks ago are now doing their thing most satisfyingly:
The honeysuckle that I trained through the bannister rails of the bridge have started putting out leaves in a great tangle of green:
And Sylvester is on his rightful place, on the bridge, in the sunshine. All's well with the world.