It's been a somnolent sort of Saturday. The early spring southeaster has scurried across the Peninsula, keeping the birds sheltering in bushes and people off the beaches except for dog-walkers. We've become used to windless conditions after last summer's unseasonal southwesterlies and winter's lack of the usual northwesterly storms. The drought has meant that no gardens are watered from hoses except for those attached to grey water systems or water tanks catching roof runoff. I am still filling buckets and bottles from the tap at the bottom of the water tank and carrying them around the garden, watering individual plants, and at a weight of 10kg at a time for 15 trips, I would say that there should be no flabby arms by summer. One advantage of this watering system! Hence the somnolence. After all that exercise, the couch beckoned and I rewarded myself with a few hours reading in the sunshine.
Early morning was spent rustling up food for the weekend so I won't be a slave to the stove. It's Heritage Month and while I don't normally observe such occasions, tomato bredie and pumpkin fritters appeared on the menu, with a batch of scones to see the sweet tooth through the weekend. While the bug was biting, a quick bolognaise sauce appeared in a pot, and that will mature overnight for a flavoursome lunch tomorrow.
Speaking of somnolence, old Monty dog at age 18 spends 22 out of 24 hours sleeping, so I took the opportunity to trim him and put out wads of dog fur in the garden for feathering nests. The ultimate in recycling. I hope the birds take up the offer!
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