Oh my giddy aunt, it feels as though summer is almost upon us, and not a moment too soon. What’s even more wonderful is that the evening light is only just fading at 10pm which always makes me feel as though we have much more ‘day’ in our lives.
It does, of course, also mean that everything is growing, blossoming, and generally shooting up at quite a rate of knots which has led me to declare that our garden is, officially, a wildlife garden.
Meanwhile, the wee boy has become very interested in the difference between bees, wasps and mosquitos – don’t ask, I’ve no idea why they have been included in the stripy wee beasties category – and as a consequence we have spent some time this afternoon ‘bee spotting’ in the garden, disturbing quite a few hidden cats in the process. I never realised there were so many kittens in our area, but it turns out, there are at least three that are trying to invite themselves into our home.
This was personified today whilst I was cooking the obligatory weekly dose of spaghetti bolognese.
We already have a couple of cats who read the invisible ‘please, move in’ sign outside our door many years ago, but since the wee one inadvertently broke the flap piece of our cat flap recently, others have taken advantage of being able to silently enter the kitchen and make their way over to the bowls of food which, thanks to the warm weather, have not immediately been gobbled down. Or, alternatively, sneak in at the dead of night and cosy themselves up on the sofa.
Interestingly, these visitors are all kittens. The ginger and white one who managed, today, to eat half the food before we even noticed he was in the house, looked up at us as if to say, ‘What is your problem?’ before continuing to eat. I physically removed him from the kitchen and popped him outside only to find, about ten minutes later, that we were living in Groundhog Day.
None of this detracts from the delight of summer being round the corner, and to that end, we are as I write this, eating the most delicious strawberries. And nothing says summer, like the sweet taste of strawberries.
Being Nigella 