Hot hot hot!

Is this March? We are warmer than we expect to be even in August! Drought is upon many counties and hose pipe bans… the pond is shrinking already. Mind you, the agitated surface betraying the presence of thousands of tadpoles is a real encouragement for Sherpa the Cat to attempt to drink the pond… perhaps tadpole water is just the thing for overgrown kittens!
Our sleep is interrupted at night by a medley of foxes calling (unearthly sound of the vixen mixed in with the yelp of the youngsters and the bark of the male) the shriek of owls, the crowing of the unbelievably early cockerel and the hearty dawn chorus. Who says that nothing happens in the country? Every night there is a battle of life and death out there, under the thin moon and the brilliant stars.
It is seven o’clock at night and the living room doors are open – in trickles the sound of evening birdsong, children playing on their bikes, the odd car making the daily journey home and WOW the frantic mad dash of the kitten-cat careering in through the open doors, once round the sofa and out again like a demented boomerang.
Another quiet evening at the Rectory.
‘Lent group’ will arrive soon. OV, who has sat through most of the above madness calmly reading a book, will bestir himself to welcome folk.
I’d better head for the kitchen and put the kettle on.
Happy thoughts follow me of the bizarre conversation at the till in the supermarket earlier in the day when the gentleman behind me in the queue made bold enough to comment on the HUGE quantity of hot cross buns I was buying… into the freezer ahead of Good Friday and the feeding of the ‘unknown number’ of folk who wander in after the service on the hill.
Joy of joys – who would exchange this beautiful place with its eccentricities for the most popular place in the world?

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About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
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