You know the rule about titles – the first title I think of has to go in the Title Space. Well there you are! Title Here! Snort. ( I cannot write snort without thinking of Sheila – and thinking of Sheila always makes me sad).
I was so looking forward to writing to you again this morning but I did not have enough material so this is coming out this afternoon. I really have missed you ALL! Love. Love. Love all the comments. We are still a delightfully chatty group.
Today I have been baking.
I love dates so I made a rye flour lemon date slice with a caramel icing. Very tasty! The recipe is in production! Soon, soon.
Raisin Bread with rye. ( recipe here). I call this my breakfast loaf. The 300g of seeds and fruit can be anything at all – nuts, dried fruit, seeds! Anything. Don’t even think about it – just throw it in there!
Deli Rye Loaf: Dark Rye and High Protein. Bread for sandwiches.
And after all that discussion about pond plants – The ducks are not even eating the pond plants! Not the pond lettuce yet anyway. I just put my lilies in there this morning to see what comes of it. We had such wild rain and wind last night the pond plants were all thrown to the other side.
Here is my self portrait with pond lilies.
I have the hiccups and they are exhausting. My long dead mother told me that Pope Pius XII died of the hiccups – why would you even tell that to a hiccuping child?! That info left me with a lifetime of hiccup anxiety. Bless her. I love the dark side of my old Mum.
Though if you listen to my latest video on Instagram – you can hear (and probably see) the hiccups! I would place a link here but I am tired now.
For some reason this series of thoughts took me to onomatopoeia then onto alliteration and then onto this post. I wrote this years ago and it still makes me smile! The brain is like that – leaping here and there. Don’t you love that about our brains?! Except when they are tired and cannot work out how to link you to my Instagram posts where the videos are.
Have a lovely evening. I am going to bed. 4am start! I will put the chooks and ducks to bed then bed myself down. Frankly I would sleep with the cows given half a chance like I used to sleep with Sheila who was not a cow but there we go being sad again.
Take care now.