Queen's Birthday Weekend

It's a sign of our British Heritage that we still celebrate and honour the Queen's birthday and maintain a degree of loyalty to the Crown (and I suspect most of us still feel some loyalty, 'though perhaps less than our grandparents did in their day), and I don't hear too many complaining that we get a Statutory Holiday out of it.

On Saturday I had the pleasure of DIL#2 and The Most Adorable Granddaughters#4 and #5 coming around for a visit. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 has developed quite a taste for sandwiches, which she calls "toast". After consuming a piece of "toast" with honey and also a cornmeal pancake with honey, she assisted me in making ANZAC biscuits for afternoon tea. DH reminded me that it wasn't ANZAC Day but Queen's Birthday Weekend but ANZAC biscuits have something of patriotism and loyalty to one's roots implicit in their very name and seemed appropriate. Besides, they taste yummy too.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 tried to get our dog's attention, having already shown a love of animals to equal her sister's, but our dog wasn't playing that game for long. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 then allowed us to smother her with kisses which is what we love doing best!

With the cold weather encroaching, and a long weekend upon us, it seemed it was time to finish the cardigans I had begun for The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3. Wisely I made the decision not to give them their individual cardigan until all three were completed. It certainly prevented questions of "Where's mine?" and "When are you going to finish mine?" and made it almost a mini-celebration.

Yesterday we took the cardigans out and the girls proudly modelled them for us.

Later, we went for a walk across the farm and to collect pine cones for the fire. Even though The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#2 were enthusiastic about the idea, it was The Most Adorable Granddaughter#3 who seemed to do all the work! (Many of the photos courtesy of The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1.)


Afterwards, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 was able to con me into moving firewood for her. The plan was that I moved it and she stacked it, but after stacking only four or five pieces, she disappeared! Still, I'd had lots of practice moving firewood, having moved three cubic metres of it all by myself earlier in the week, and was skilled enough to be able to complete the task without The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1's assistance. And it did warm me up.

Just before dinner, DH, Son#1 and The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 went for a walk and came back with tales of having seen feral cats, stout, eels, glow worms, wood pigeons (one flew right into their faces apparently) and Samba deer. I'm not sure who was the most excited when relating the tale.

Today, it's back into more editing to make the most of the holiday I have from work. Not so Sons#2 and #3 who have drawn the short straw and have to work today, and Sons#4 and #5 who should be studying their little hearts out (or should that be 'brains').


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