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Busy Busy Forkers!--wish I could make it to the picnic!

Not picnic weather here--grey damp and chilly again, but no frost. Finished my deck railings yesterday, so looks like it's back to knitting today.

My friend goes into hospital for her op today--hope she comes out of it. She has put all her affairs in order, just in case. After all, she is 89.

Sorry to hear about poor puss--I still miss my Deedle. Thank goodness for my 2 dogs--have had at least one cat for 30 years.

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Building a retaining wall is never easy, methinks!

The sun is out, callou callay, can't wait to get out in it!

Love the garden photos--often forget to take "before' photos. It's heartening to see what has been done rather than focussing on what hasn't yet!

Have to work on some minor construction today, but at least it will be outside!

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Hello all you Fabulous Forkers!

Stuck in the fog this morning--but tomorrow is supposed to be sunny, so my fingers are crossed. Had a look in the propagator and was delighted to see two morning glories are up! I have never had any luck germinating them before, but these were soaked and nicked and-finally, success!

I couldn't resist a packet of "Drunken Woman" lettuce from the local seed company--they are ready to be pricked out. Described as a blowsy looseleaf type[!]

Hope tomorrow's sun encourages the daffodils. They are all just standing there with their heads bent, praying for sun, as am I.

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All I did today was watch the rain and knit the back of my sweater[jumper?]

Even the dogs didn't want to go out.

I was waiting for someone to mention the round tuit---I had to wait til retirement to get one.

Night, all.

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Hello,all--been up for awhile, and the chores are done--think I will have a lazy day today. I have taken up knitting again to keep my hands busy and my mind off food and smoking. I found a pattern for a sweater that is knit on one huge and one small needle, so it goes very quickly.

Love the snowdrop photo--some things like these and daffs and crocus look so fabulous in drifts.And today is the first day of daffodil month!

Reading back, I think it's time you got your mind out of the dark back passage, out of the bins, and off to the garden!!! Or at least cheer up and eat some cake. I've made banana carrot loaf for my friend--she has a sweet tooth, so I iced it and covered it with sprinkles.

She is having a major operation on Monday and they are removing [amongst other things] part of her pancreas-so after that, she will be diabetic--no sweets.Hope she survives until her 90th birthday, which is in July. She's very brave.

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Hi Forkers--been up for awhile, but I'm cold, so may snuggle with a book under a blanket until this recalcitrant fire finally warms things up.

Thought of working outside on the railings, but after 10 minutes the wind was cutting like a knife, so I gave up.

Think I'll take up knitting or crochet again--need something to keep my hands busy, and to help with the non-smoking.

I did some family research years ago using Ancestry--but hit a dead end. I have great grandparents born in Ireland--that and their birthdates is all I know. The surname is Scott, which is all too common.They came to England, died in Scotland.

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 Feral goats in the front yard--but these are billies--didn't eat them!

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Hi forkers--Jean, we used to eat goat regularly, as there were feral ones on the mountain where I used to live. The young ones tasted much like lamb. I ate kangaroo in Oz--delish- mind you, it was in a pie. Used to eat venison often, too.

I have grown asparagus--it's labour-intensive to plant, but will produce for over 20 years when established. You have to dig deep trenches, and fill them in with manure while the crowns spread. Nothing like picking it fresh!

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Each egg was about the size of a grain of rice.

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It's a bald eagle, Jean. I think the osprey is a sea eagle--we have those, too. Can't tell if male or female--they look the same, except the female is larger.

Once I was walking on the beach when an otter came out of the sea with a huge ling cod. I ate that too! When I was cleaning it discovered it was full of eggs-what a shame. I saved them in a bucket and took them to school for a math lesson--we counted the number in one gram, then weighed them all--3,000 or thereabouts. The ling cod is protected here--but it was dead when I found it.

Black currants