Before too long, Myrtle was there pecking away at the seed I had cast. It was the very last of the seed Katherine had given me when the doves first appeared while I was in self-isolation. As she pecked, the pair of cuckoo shrikes reappeared and either enticed or intimidated her into flying away. They flew after her, without attempting to feed on the seed. She came back later for the seed.
The trees are looking very elegant as the red tips multiply.
I spent an hour or so making Pastitsio Makaronia me Feta with Phyllo , or pasta pie as my grandchildren prefer to call it. This was to be the next meal at my place on Monday after my trip to England, but isolation and distancing took over. This is Veronica's favourite meal at my place, so I promised to make one and drop it in. Today I went to their place for afternoon coffee, so wanted to keep my promise.
I forgot to take a photos. It was very good to see them all and hear what they have been doing. We have agreed to resume Monday dinner at my place for children only on 1 June. I can manage an appropriately distanced meal for 5 but not 7. If we eat early, I can package enough for their parents to take home for their dinner when they pick up the kids.
Back at home I had some cooked pasta left over from last night, so added a bottle of passata, sprinkled it with cheese and baked it. It was surprisingly good - and there is plenty for tomorrow as well.
I managed a couple of hours on my research/writing task this morning. It's still at an early stage, but is progressing.
This gives me 63. I calculate I need 12 more to finish the job. I will need to cut more fabric squares to achieve this.
Now, of course, I have projects going on everywhere.
Nothing like having choice.
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