Finally, the end (of last Sunday's chicken) is night. Remember the stock made from the bones etc. ? Well, hold that thought.
In the meantime, more about the day. 9th of March ? We've had many a May without a single day that was so warm and blue - with a completely cloudless sky.
So after the morning of sorting out the probiotics - a new batch of kefir and kombucha started off ; the fermenting - a 5-gallon lot of Chardonnay started off from a kit - and yet more laundry (the throws, fleecy blankets and cushion covers having a post-winter clean), into the garden I went.
Via the conservatory, of course - the first seeds of the year (the Christmas present scorpion chillied) are coming along nicely. The tins next to the little pot contain my seed collection, not chocolates !
Laundry out on the line...
... and three colours of crocus.
I have managed to tackle most of my weekend facienda (to do list), with only the seed sowing left over. I did organise the said seeds, prep the pots and the ground in the beds for those going straight outside though. I would hope that I might catch up with that during the week, but with work and all that DD has planned for me to do for her during the week, it's highly unlikely that I will have either time or energy to do so. I can but hope....
And eventually, time for dinner - chicken noodle soup. A handful of veg of your choice, a tub of chicken stock, a handful of soup noodles. I had neither mushrooms nor sweetcorn - favourites for this soup - so went with leek, which turned out to be a mistake, as OH - no leek lover he - found it too leeky to eat.
Oh well. There's always the healthy option of a chocolate cake (from and AF mix) instead (baked as a traybake in a brownie tin).