At your convenience

I was convinced I saw wobbly clouds last night reflected by the moonlight whilst on my way to the outside convenience (we prefer the fresh air when we are perched and the view is better too).
I may have been tired and I promise there was no alcohol or drugs involved but the clouds wobbled in front of the moon. I have even tried to find any information regarding this phenomenon but so far nothing has related.
Obviously Jana thought I was crazy which is understandable in this instance and her conclusion suggested I had pushed the lawn mower for far too many hours that day (over excitement to cut some grass after a productive visit to the hardware shop and two fixed front wheels!).
Our outside loo does have a great view though whether night or day. The privacy allows the door to be left open as you watch the countryside view.
The early morning or at dusk it isn't uncommon to see a deer munching in the fields. There are plentiful of birds all day, usually oblivious to what you are doing. And you face the sun setting on a clear summer's evening. The only issue with all of this is that you may spend longer sat there than anticipated.
As for the wobbly clouds, it is a full moon tonight and I will be taking another trip outside later.  
  

Strawberry fields

Summer heat and bugs munching on the garden produce. 
Constant source of irritation picking off stripy hard shelled beetles from the potato crop leaves and squashing their little heads as a yellowy orange paste squirts out. Even worse to exterminate are the pre-shelled babies and over-fed teenagers with their slimy exteriors.
On the contrary the strawberry transplanting from last year has given us a scrumptious quantity this time round. Having almost got tired of eating so many, jam making was back on the agenda. A rich, flavoursome, dark-coloured mixture which will only be used for emergency special treats in the darkest months of the winter.
And as temperatures swell so do the weeds. Less work can be done without a dripping perspiration requiring a bucket to collect the precious drops of lost energy. Controlling the jungle garden a lost task until the heat drops. We love our poppy collection though.
With thunderstorms back on the horizon it is not a good time to have two broken front wheels on the mower. A trip to a hardware shop and then some pretense to think I can fix it. Otherwise there is the broken handled scythe to relive my nightmares from the first year at Havran..
  

Here comes the summer

Here comes the summer, well up until a few days ago it couldn't be said. Gloomy people were predicting more of the same washout weather we've just had which is not much good for our onions. But thankfully at the moment it seems they can eat their words as we wake to rays of sunshine with only the regular dew on the grass sparkling my attention to any dampness. We need this to persist now after the last couple of weeks of stormy downpours.
It's been quite a baptism to life for the kittens up in the old hen-house. The constant cracks of thunder and strobe-lightening affect bursting through the small glass panel on the roof above their nesting, quite a frighting occasion for all of us. 
Unfortunately one of Mici's little babies has not made it. Constantly it had struggled to feed and never was able to gain any of the growth that the other two had managed. This countryside has a habit of showing how beautiful the nature can be but also how cruel or rough it plays too. RIP little one.