Photo diary: week 7, 366

Last weekend our lovely neighbours from across the road moved to their new house, and a new family moved in. We know they have a little boy a year younger than Eddie and a new baby on the way. Eddie was very eager to come and meet them, so I said we could bake some cookies and take them over, just to say Hi and welcome to our neighbourhood. We baked a big batch of lemon shortbread cookies. Imagine our chagrin, when they have gone back to their old house early on Monday, and were not here for the rest of the week. I wonder if they stayed behind because the baby was born.

Most of the crocuses in our garden are self-seeded. They come out every spring, and I love them. I did buy some rare crocuses last year, but they are not blooming yet. These yellow crocuses are the "wild" ones.

It has become a custom that when we are on school holidays, our friend Jen takes my boys and me by car to the Burford Garden centre. We usually have a coffee and some pastries in their cafe. The boys enjoy visiting the book and toy shop. I was happy to see that my boys were playing together. They were running, having fun on the swings and other playground equipment.

For some silly reason my boy thought it was a hilarious idea to try on my hat.

On Thursday Eddie had a guest, a school mate who is a year younger than him. They are both quite boisterous, and to keep the noise down at home so as not to bother our Sash, I offered them to play in the garden for a bit and put on the Gazillion bubble machine. Eddie likes it so much that we need to replenish our supplies of bubble solution.

Yesterday dinner was Zuppa di ceci, an Italian chickpea soup. It was pretty good, though it took me ages to cook those chickpeas, even if I soaked them overnight. It's probably an ideal candidate for a slow cooker, which I don't have.

Today was the last day of our neighbourly duty, we have been looking after the guinea pigs and a cat. The day has been quite miserable, with the drizzle non-stop for hours and hours. Even crocuses in the garden didn't bother to open their petals.