Harvest started last Friday, which was late, but we've had a steady few days. It makes me grumpy because of all the tension in the air from the farmers - it goes from one extreme to the other, the men are either under your feet all day moaning about the weather, or you spend the whole day on your own making sure they have food and drink when they need it.
George won't let anyone else drive the new Claas tractor.
All these windy days are making me grumpy - and the garden hates it. My beans are hopeless; as soon as they get more than a foot tall the wind blows them down and rips off the leaves. I have to keep watering everything all the time because the wind dries it out. I came home last week and Jonathan asked why I'd hung a sheet over the apple tree - again, the wind blew it there.
I went round to water my pots at the front of the house yesterday and found this:
Two of my Cosmos, snapped at the roots.
And the worse thing is, the wind is cold! I was reduced to sitting in the greenhouse the other day:
And the little gosling is coming along nicely too - he's no longer yellow and his tail and wing feathers are starting to grow.
Because I can't get out as much as I'd like, I've finished my Donegal Tweed and cotton quilt:
(Feels like I'm not quite so grumpy now).
And we have two little house guests for a couple of weeks - Pepsi and Sprite - who are so sweet
And tomorrow we are off to the NEC for the quilt show....
So perhaps I shouldn't be grumpy after all!