Peaches and black currants

Hurray, K & S went off for a long weekend and left Peaches in our care again. Unfortunately the weather was dire, torrential rain most evenings which meant we didn't walk up or spend time sitting in the garden. Pity as someone had been reading this blog and left a bottle of white wine in the fridge in case we got thirsty, thank you. For once Peaches was telling the truth when she came to greet us crying the feeder hadn't opened though the bit about being starving may have been a little fib. Her parents had filled up the compartments with biscuits but failed to set the timer, not a great problem as we started visiting soon after they left, couldn't wait to get our hands on our little time share pet.

Because we had to play inside each evening we did make an extra surprise visit on Monday lunchtime, much to Peaches' delight. The sun came out briefly and I managed to take these photographs while we all took a turn round the garden and admired the progress made since our last spell of cat duty. There's something inspiring about this garden, it fills me with ideas and really lifts my spirits, or is that just the Peaches effect. I have been feeling a bit glum this week, I put it down to the constant heavy rain that keeps me indoors and the fact I spent the whole of Sunday picking black currants and making jam. I hate that topping and tailing business, love the jam. Mr FF sensibly took himself off for a days walking in the Borders and came home when it was all over with 16 jars were safely stored in the cupboard, less one that we left in Peaches house for K & S's return.