What a wonderful morning I woke up to. During the night the rain made puddles on our patio. The garden and I am very pleased.
I met Sarah in the best charity shop in Cranbrook. I have books for Herbie and a pizza game for the Evans family. We caught up on stories over two coffees in our new favourite cafe Arthurs. The second one was decaff to control our caffeine fizz.
I spent the afternoon with a Vicar of Dibley esque three hour art society committee meeting. Loads discussed. The future of the society is looking good.
After hurling three bags of soft plastic in the cage outside Tescos - I am always pleased that my car keys didn't join them - I bought noodles for Herbie and chocolate to celebrate Hetty and Raffy's first day back to school. I still remember that wobbly tummy feeling. I am so proud of them.
Day 3 #stradaeasel
Wendy gave me five varieties of tomato plants in the spring. I have had green zebras, large orange, tiny red, one plant produced nothing, the last one standing is an orange cherry tomato that seems a bit of a contradiction in terms. The last truss is my subject for today.
Orange cherry tomatoes Indian Ink and watercolour on paper |






























