Majorca

Woke up it was a first class landing and looking out all around 

I saw people wearing coats and a fine mist on the ground

It was 11pm, I knew it wouldn't be warm,
I hoped for mild but it was cold and I was glad I had taken a lovely warm fleece!
We had arrived back from a 7 day stay in Majorca, 7 days of wonderful hot weather. 
Wednesday was our first full day with a daytime temp of 28 deg
rising steadily to 32 deg for our last day. 
Gloriously scorchio.

Myself, my grandson, my daughter and my son-in-law have had a great holiday
in the pretty resort of Ferrera Beach, Cala D’or.  

Before the holiday I was feeling a bit lacklustre about my blogging,
has that happened to you? Hopefully I can find a mojo soon. 
Meanwhile I would like to share some holiday photos with you.

I was very impressed with EasyJet, a vast improvement from the early days.

The resort was lovely with all amenities 

and the beach was a short steep walk away - 80 steps! it sounds a lot,
but it was ok and I soon got used to it. 
I looked upon it as exercise to offset all the ice creams I ate, and Burger Kings!! 

The beach was one of many small bays. 

Up Next: Nice Boats

Weather or Season

Do you dress for the weather or the season? 
In a week that has seen me wearing sun screen and sandals followed by
a coat and hat it's difficult to know what to have hanging in the wardrobe.

I have two seasons of clothes - autumn/winter and spring/summer. Spring/summer clothes are out now and the autumn/winter ones are packed away. Then the reverse happens about September time. However despite this ritual I dress for the weather because here in the UK in May we often experience heatwaves and frost in one week! And because I'm a bit of a wimp about a slight drop in temperature I'm never far from a cardi! So although my winter outfits are packed away they are still within reach!

I'm off to Spain for a week soon, I should be able to dress for the season over there!

Around The Garden

I love my garden and May is one of my favourite months.
Most days especially at this time of year I like to walk around to see what's growing.

Last year's perennials putting in an appearance

a reduced bargain from last year
something a bird has deposited

or the wind has blown in

or even better

something I thought was dead. 
Come and join me to see what's going on 

This was reduced, I can't remember what it is though, 
I think the label is in a drawer in the shed!

Mr Happy. I'm not normally a gnome person,

but I couldn't resist this and others from the pound shop

Bleeding Heart
I love a bargain and a challenge. 
They were practically giving this away because it looked dead. 
I didn't think it would survive but I nurtured it and so far it has rewarded me with 3 years of lovely blooms. It's such a sad name for a pretty plant. 
It has a sad story attached to it. Legend tells how a young Japanese man tried to win the love of a young lady by giving her a pair of rabbits (the first two petals of the flower), a pair of slippers (the next two petals), and a pair of earrings (the last two petals). She rejected his affections, and, heart-broken he plunged his sword into his heart 

(the middle part of the flower). 

That's Mr Jolly on the right.

 Mr Pink sinking into the soil  

Mr Bashful hiding behind some bluebells

Bluebells and Hydrangea

I feel I know what this is but I can't recall its name!

Kerria
This has spread from my neighbour's garden, another one has
spread from my neighbour's garden on the other side as well!

A lone pansy leftover from last year

pretty yellow poppies wind blown or birds

Pretty blossom on the cherry tree. I only manage to harvest a few, the birds get most of them!

I have no idea what this is, I like it and it was reduced.

These strawberries were little runners from the main plants on my
allotment last year. I had given many away and these were left over. 
I didn't want to throw them away but I neglected them over winter
and then all of a sudden they picked up again.
There were 12 in total and I have since given them away.

Foxglove and bronze fennel competing for space. 

The fennel will have to go. 

I like them and adore the smell but they are way too invasive.

Geum Mrs Bradshaw

My half price David Austen climbing rose is not looking very good at the moment

Azalea, a gift from a friend

Clematis

Hostas from a coffee morning sale

Looking good so far

I gather up the snails and put them in my wheelie bin

My young wisteria has been in bud like this for ages. Hope it blooms soon.

This just started growing, I don't know what it is but it's very pretty

This cotinus was another reduced bargain but it's growing horizontal instead of vertical.

As you can see my garden is a collection of allsorts. Each year I think I will try to be more structured but it just doesn't happen. Things just grow and I don't like pulling them out!

I hope you have enjoyed your trip.

How does your garden grow?

Reasons To Be Cheerful

New Life

Glorious Blooms

Warm (occasionally hot) sunshine - in-between the showers!

Spending more time outdoors

Drying the washing outside

It's A Dog's Life

Rufus's diary

Tuesday: Tearing across the fields like we do, winding Buster up to chase me knowing that he can never catch me because I can turn on a sixpence, then ouch that was painful, caught my foot on something, need to slow down a bit. Back home and it's bleeding profusely and I have to hold the leg off the ground. After cleaning and inspection I have cut the soft area between two of my pads, it's very sore. Must have a rest. Is it dinner time yet?

Wednesday: My foot is very painful and I'm hopping around on three legs. Licking it isn't a good idea as it keeps it moist and bleeding. I'm leaving little trails of blood all over the place, thankfully we've got wooden floors so it's easy to clean it up. Anyway the upshot of this is now I have a dressing on my foot and they say it will heal in no time. Why is it always me that gets injured? Buster runs around a lot as well. I'm feeling very sorry for myself so I'm going to rest in the lovely sunshine. Wonder how .... long it ....is.....till......dinner........time......zzzzzzzzzz

Thursday: I'm a hardy dog and used to injuries, I have a bad foot but three other good legs to hop around on, so all is well. They're not taking me out for walks though, they think I should rest, so I will make the most of more sunshine. Wish it was dinner time.

Friday: I'm ok, I want to go, look I'm managing perfectly well on three legs, why can't they hear me.....It's doggie club day, Buster and me go to the park, meet lots of other dogs, sniff bottoms, run around like mad, get some treats and have a great time. Buster is going but not me, they think I still need to rest. I really am feeling hard done by, and its a long wait till dinner time :-(

It's over a week now since I hurt my paw. The wound has healed really well but every now and again I hold the leg off the ground and hop on three. They think I damaged tendons or muscle as well because the area is still a bit swollen and ever so slightly bruised, but I am managing all right with short walks and I will soon be back to tearing around the fields again. Not long to dinner time :-)

A Good Read

The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
Born in a village in heartland India, the son of a rickshaw puller, Balram is taken out of school and put to work in a teashop. As he crushes coals and wipes tables, he nurses a dream of escape.

The White Tiger is a tale of two Indias. Balram’s journey from the darkness of village life to the light of entrepreneurial success is utterly amoral, brilliantly irreverent, deeply endearing and altogether unforgettable.

Adiga sets out to show us the underbelly of India. We see this through the eyes of Balram, born into the "darkness" of rural India, but entered the light that is Delhi via a job as driver to Mr Ashok, the son of a rich landlord. Now, though, Balram has escaped servitude and is himself a rich businessman. What's more, his unlikely journey involved a murder.
The result is an Indian novel that explodes the clichés. Welcome, instead, to an India where Microsoft call-centre workers tread the same pavement as beggars who burn street rubbish for warmth.
Balram's story is told via seven letters to the Chinese prime minister, who, Balram has decided, must be told the truth about India before a forthcoming state visit. So he begins: he tells of Delhi's servants, who live in rotting basements below the glass apartment blocks that are home to their employers. He tells of how Ashok's family bribe government ministers, and how national elections are rigged. Ashok, trendy and liberal, is forever expressing guilt over Balram's treatment, but his fine words never come to anything. It's a thrilling journey through a rising global power; where the brutality of the modern city is compounded by that of age-old tradition. "In the old days there were one thousand castes and destinies in India," says Balram. "These days there are two castes: Men with Big Bellies, and Men with Small Bellies." Soon enough, of course, Balram must tell us just how, exactly, he got his Big Belly. Tired of a life of servitude, he takes the violent action that secures his place among Delhi's rich.
I loved this story, it’s a real page turner, quirky, sarcastic, poignant, and often hilarious. the characters were robust and believable. A thoroughly good read.