This sweet Atwell biscuit tin came in the post this morning. I won it on ebay, and now that I have it I like it, but I don't love it. It's too modern in my mind. For me Mabel Lucie Atwell is pixies, Boos and beaming 1930's children. So I'll keep it for a while and maybe soon one of the Bun's might steal it away to their room to hide treasure and notes inside.
Today was the Bun's school sports day. Siblings were put in different teams doing activities all over. So there I was dashing from one side of the field to the other. A secret plan perhaps to get us joining in I think. How I miss sack races, throwing dads welly and jelly and egg and spoon races. Why don't they do them anymore, they were much more fun?
As soon as it was over I had to rush home to teach crochet. My Monday crochet group had to cancel this week, so I asked them to the cottage instead. I whipped up a lemon drizzle cake for everyone to have with their tea. As the lemony scent wafted its way around the house last night, Mr Bun kept asking when he was having a slice. So I had to share some in the name of research. It was still warm - ohhh how delicious. Hot cake is really the best.
After only two lessons one lady is already attacking granny squares and is loving thinking of all the possibilities. I started her on hexagons today which I'm also finding soothing to make. For me at the moment it's a battle between crochet and finishing my book. I'm reading The Guernsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Pie Society and am completely drawn into the world of the characters and their island.
The other thing I should also be doing more of at the moment is gardening. I keep saying we can all do it together in the summer holidays. More procrastination than reality I think. I love seeing beautiful cottage gardens, but lack the inclination or the garden know-how to make it happen. So I'm always thrilled every year when I see so much beauty appear in our garden as if by magic. I can see in my head how it would all look - foxgloves, hollyhocks and lupins by the cottage and then a wildflower meadow with a shepherds hut in a secret orchard at the bottom of the garden. Meanwhile the reality is lots of weeds, a broken lawnmower and then pockets of beauty peeking out here and there.