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my little helper

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the wonderfully wise comments on the previous post. I suppose I was looking for a little reassurance that my parental compass wasn't completely out of whack! It is incredibly reassuring and heartening that so many people feel the same way about raising children. I loved reading all of the comments especially since they were from such a diverse group of women and yet echo the same strong maternal instincts to protect and nurture. Thank you again x

Amy's enjoying stretching her wings gently and has been out for a bike ride with friends over the weekend – it's good to give her freedom to do fun stuff with her friends that doesn't involve wearing too much make-up!

Over the weekend the temperatures here have soared and since this comes hot-on-the-heels of a rainy week, everything is growing well in the garden. I expect the first harvest of french beans in a week or so and we've been enjoying fresh picked lettuce for a few weeks now. The strawberries are also at their best and I've been picking a delicious bowlful every few days.

 

Straw

Thankfully I've got a little helper living in the strawberry patch who has been keeping the slugs in check for me.

 

Frog
Isn't he a sweetie?

23 thoughts on “my little helper

  1. Those strawberries look delicious, even better with no slugs! A bike ride sounds so much more enjoyable (for you) than going out to dinner, its a hard balance isn’t it. I think I am grateful that we live out in the country, at the moment anyway while the boys don’t need a chauffeur. 🙂

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  2. Aw, a very handy helper indeed. I just love frogs and toads. I know some are not keen but they fascinate me.
    I had a read back and echo what others have said. Dont beat yourself up for doing what is essentially the best you can for your daughter. Childhood is a short and precious time and letting them grow up slowly I think is vital to them thriving in this world that is far to eager to do otherwise.
    p.s. pass the strawberries xx

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  3. Those strawberries look delicious! We enjoyed a couple of bowlfuls a few weeks back from a few strawberry plants that appeared as if by magic after self-setting in my neglected veg patch.
    Nothing tastes as good as homegrown food that’s only just been picked :o)

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  4. About your previous post – when I was a teenager, my parents were quite strict, but that was useful one time – when the “in crowd” were going to do something I felt was wrong, I asked my mother to tell me I couldn’t go, so I could tell the others I wasn’t allowed. She was surprised, but pleased to forbid me!

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  5. I could do with borrowing your helper as there must be basil flavoured slugs lurking here judging by the state of my plant!
    Take it easy.

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  6. Oh those stawberries look delicious! And G has been taking very good care of our little helpers–I think he’s more interested in them than the produce! K x

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  7. Wish I could hire a toad. But the puppies wouldn’t allow it. And the toad wouldn’t like their attentions at all. So I’m afraid I will never have such fat, lovely, jewel-red strawberries myself. But I will have hay – my dear farmer says so. And at this point, if I had to choose – hay or strawberries, I’d have to go with hay, even though it’s NO fun to eat.

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  8. How evocative is a picture of strawberries fresh from the garden and warmed by the sun?
    I have a childhood photo of myself sitting on the garden border of my grandmothers strawberry bed. It is a black and white photo and the bed is empty because it is winter and she hasn’t planted the summer crop yet.
    But, every time I look at that photo my mouth fills with the taste of fresh strawberries.
    What the ???
    And one day . . . one day . . . I will taste a real English strawberry, just like the ones in your picture.
    If I am really lucky, they might even be from your garden!

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