Lemon slice, blossoms, and some construction

In case you didn't know, it's lemon season.  Which can mean only one thing in my household.

Lemon slice.  I used this recipe (actually a Lemon Coconut Slice so if you don't like coconut... what is wrong with you??) and I highly recommend it.  No baking required.  Zingy and lemony just the way it should be.

I stand corrected on my previous post when I claimed that one of the pears is flowering.  This is in fact a plum and it's thanks to B's mum that I now know this.

Looks like it's going to be a bumper season.

While I was taking too many photos of the plum, I turned around to discover this tree behind me covered in pink flowers.  No idea what it is.  Didn't even realise it was flowering.  The bees are right into it though.

 Here's some moss with bonus toddler toes.

B's been very busy around the place what with time off work and some sunny days finally coinciding.  We now have almost complete yards.  J thinks they're being constructed purely for her benefit and does endless laps of the race and ramp.

The vegetable garden is also in the final stages of completion.  Yes, we're ambitious.  It's massive.

This is my favourite part:

Doesn't look like much now but it's going to have a sink installed for washing the veggies before we even leave the garden.  Genius right!  Plus the fence has that flat capping all the way round the garden so there's always somewhere to put your beer gardening tools.

Did I tell you guys that A is crawling at last?  She's crawling at last.  And getting herself stuck in all kinds of situations.  She also hasn't figured out that she can actually follow me around the house so still gets very upset when I leave the room.  EYEROLL.

We're all slowly recovering from the dreaded lurgy.  Three of us are still coughing like pack-a-day smokers but the worst is behind us at last.

What else can I tell you?  Oh!  I went to Velvet last night with B's sister and what fun it was.  Lots of laughs, some amazing feats of acrobatics, and lots of excellent music.  Although of course my favourite part was leaving the house at 5.30pm.

Apparently after I accelerated out of the driveway, poor B had one of those hideous evenings where both girls refused to go to sleep without a good amount of crying.  I felt terrible for him of course, having lived through plenty of those evenings myself.  But... not that terrible.

Lastly, if you're looking for some escapism, and to just remind yourself that you will never be effortlessly chic, I'm loving Private Newport.  House goals, my friends.  House goals.