My blackbird made herself very scarce yesterday after all. Maybe the hacking and chopping of pond debris by two mad women had something to do with it!
I was too tired after that to do anything too energetic but I did manage to make a pie with the first rhubarb of the season from my garden. Much anticipated and almost a failure but nothing a good helping of custard can't cure. I'm just off to sneak another piece. The best thing about living on my own is I don't have to share the pie.
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