Yes it is finally spring!

And hasn't it been a long time coming!

The winter seems to have gone on and on here, but at last things are starting to bud and flower and pop up!

This popped up like a mushroom in the paddock last week.

I've been very busy supervising and worrying about where the septic tank breather was going to end up and weather the cows would get in while the fence was down.

I've also had very minimal internet access (probably due to weather) so no blogging from me.

The Granny has been very busy making scones for the builders so that they will do an excellent job on the Granny Headquarters in a few months.

But first we must get the big shed built in the paddock so we can move all the racing car stuff down there, freeing up the garage to become Granny Annexe.

So here are the darling buds of September at the Magpie House.(No, not these blokes in high vis gear and boots - the green stuff!)

The Granny is overhauling the pottager and has made good use of the cow poos available.

The other projects going on around here are all baby related, as we prepare for a new nephew in Australia.

Cot quilt by me (vintage, just squares and stitch in the ditch),

Teddy and crochet edged bib by the Granny.

With assistance from the Tail Cat!

A Bit About Cats.

This week it was time to say goodbye to an old friend.

It became time to call the vet out for my old ginger marmalade cat.

The Magpie Cat went peacefully to heaven on the nice vet's knee, cuddled up in her blankey.

I didn't want to put any pictures of her here, but I did have these lovely ones of the Tail Cat helping me trim the lavender hedge a few days ago.




I had to choose a day when I was at work to have the vet come out.
The Granny was good enough to supervise it all and to tell me all the details later,
because of course, I wanted to know, even though I didn't want to be there.





All I could think of that afternoon was that she wouldn't be there on her spot on the couch , asleep in her blankey when I got home.
And I felt wretched.

But the vet said it was well time.

Her kidneys had failed and her blood pressure had gone up so much that her retinas had detatched and she was completely blind.

She would have just wandered off into the paddock and died if we hadn't watched her so carefully.

As it was she had a lovely life, and a comfortable and stress free old age, and there isn't a lot more you'd wish for them.

But I still find myself rationalising it here because I wish it wasn't so.

R.I.P the Magpie Cat.