Listen to the wind howl .....

All night the wind has blown and the windows rattled .... the washing has had to be rescued from the line (or rather, from the lawn .... ) as the wind had blown it from the pegs.

The weekend is once again over far too soon, but we did have a fairly productive time, mentally and physically.

Saturday afternoon was spent in the garden, much to DH's disgust ! The wind had already started to blow by the time they came back and he was in a grump ! Undeterred, I insisted we got on with it, and eventually his bad mood got blown away :) Result !!

The greenhouse has been totally stripped down of tomatoes, pots emptied (not yet washed - reminder to self), the fuschia's and yukka have been put into the greenhouse for the Winter.

We had a good result with the yukka ...

My DH inherited a rather sickly yukka about 16yrs ago, and after being pretty brutal with it, it flourished, until last Winter, when the frost unfortunately, pretty much finished it off. In a vain last hope DH cut the tops of it off, and sealed them with wax, 6 months later, and we were about to empty the container and admit defeat, when we noticed that poking from the soil were 2 baby yukka's !!!

So, fingers crossed this is the start of their new lives :)

I want to buy and plant some bulbs for the Spring, but that is likely to not be until next week, I suspect.
Apparently daffodils are good to plant now, with tulips to be planted in November .. the things I learn as I approach my impending birthday (2 more days y'know !)

Sunday was a lazy day, with lots of snuggles with DD, gotta love days like that :) We did wander off to the pool for an hour in the afternoon, and it's amazing how quickly her confidence has grown in just a few "play" sessions with us .... 4yrs of swimming lessons and little progress .... play time and suddenly she's happy diving under water and doing handstands !! I wish my swimming was as good, LOL .... never mind, I managed to get a couple of lengths in, even if DH did tell me that I obviously can't do breaststroke ... sigh, so I suppose I ought to go and google that then !

I really wish I'd had parents who took me swimming, but no .... so apparently self-taught breaststroke at 30, was um, wrong .... I do get to one end of the pool and back, albeit slowly. DH says it's because my legs are wrong, and he's right, I've always wondered what my legs ought to be achieving, as they never seem to be getting me very far.

Another thing to figure out in my 40's !

Maybe I should start one of those 101 things to do in 1001 days, like other's seemingly are doing, and put learning to swim right up at the top ...