A quiet Saturday

It has been quiet here and the reason , I'm missing Ditz and Ganieda's presence .
No running after the cat , no hitting of the piano keys, Me trying to keep time with bongos.
His Lordship ( the cat) at the patio door curtain waiting in vain.
No interesting conversation, that's hard but it won't last.

I can actually hear the friar birds feeding, taking nectar from the grevillea ( hybrid orange marmalade ).
The figs are ripening and I'm running down in the morning to collect a couple to take to work for morning tea now.

I've managed to sew a little this week and placed bright red bias binding on the edges of my almost finished
pink polka dot top. I love polka dots so I might search for more dotted fabric next shop day.

Another gardener at church has aerial layered a petrea volubilis for me , to produce another one to grow
on the front trellis, after I admired his, growing in his front garden.
They are a mexican native I think and their flowers are beautiful and interesting, when they fall they move
like minature helicopters.