I Don't Like Mondays.....

Easter almost gone, designated trash already. We had a bit of a blow last night. Storm clouds gathered, followed by torrential rain and thunder. The inevitable fireworks came close on their heels, lighting up the sky all around. J loves stormy weather, especially lightening.  So she was out under cover of the porch with her wine in hand, 'oohing and aahing' away to herself, quite merrily.  It certainly cleared the air a bit. Unfortunately it didn't start until just after I'd laboured around, watering the garden plants! Tis always that way, I fear!

This morn was a bit cloudy and a chill in the air, now passed, and we have settled back into lovely warm weather again. I'm going out to dig a few more beds so J can plant more Peas and Beans. Those interred so far, have come up fairly well. We've lost a few Beans to the bloody Mulets - as was expected - but the Peas appear to have escaped unharmed to date and are thriving. All most satisfying and promising.

Charlie took Easter to heart and contributed his own Easter Bunny, found by Hamish in the back garden yesterday morning:

At least he eats the damn things - normally!  This time he ate only the head and one leg, for some reason - possibly the fact that he appeared in the bedroom at about 04:00 and scrunched his way through a mouse before returning to the chase!  A real Easter Bunny - poor mite - fortunately didn't phase Junior much at all.

He was perfectly content to emulate Charlie and munch his way through his own offerring a few hours later:

While pottering around in the garden yesterday, our Brit neighbour, Frank, called over. He's been roped in to video the latest instalment of Doctor Who for the Grandsprog - and daughter - and brought it over for us, together with a lovely green and black polka-dotted Salamander lizard:

The lizard was in fine form and crawled around his hand for a bit before he took it off to release it again. He caught it in his bedroom, an unusual visitor.

Now, I must return to the garden, the spade and the fork. The digging awaits. Personally speaking, I prefer the knife and fork - I'm more of a dab hand with those, to be honest!