Inspired by Knitta, on Sunday I made this:

We then went on a ’secret mission’ with our daughter to find a space to leave it.  After a couple of preferred locations fell through (we’d noticed a gorilla’s face had been stencilled onto a lamp post near our friends’ home and thought we could give him a scarf but when we went the stencil had been removed) we chose a lamp post on a fairly quiet side street near the home of other friends, D & K from our church small group.  K is a fantastic knitter so the location was chosen in honour of her skills.  Unfortunately I don’t possess the same skills at all, but it was fun to do.  Suburban guerilla knitting?

D & K didn’t see the scarf though, so someone’s taken it and hopefully found a use for it.  Although since it’s July and quite warm, presumably that use hasn’t included actually wearing it.  Or it fell off the lamp post and is now lying all sad in a gutter somewhere…

I hope to do a few more of these types of things over the next wee while, so if you live in the Edinburgh area watch out and let me know if you see anything…

Another satisfying small-scale event was the harvest of our first few potatoes.  We took a photo of the first few I pulled out of the container when I went on an exploratory mission into it to see how the wee tatties were coming on:

 As you can see they are indeed wee tatties, but they tasted great.  I dug out the rest of that container’s crop tonight and made an amazing potato salad, using some of the chives, parsley and mint growing in our garden too.  It’s fair to say I’m not much of a gardener, but I’ve really been enjoying growing a few vegetables for the first time this year.  It feels very elemental to plant, nurture, harvest and eat.  I’m not going to espouse evangelically about the virtues of vegetable growing, mainly because I have not got a clue what I’m talking about.  But I’m so glad we’ve given it a go this year and I intend to keep at it.  It’s been good to learn something new, to get dirt under my fingernails and to have something to share with family and friends at the end.  That said, I hereby declare to the world my war on slugs (small groupers are already well acquainted with my views on slugs).  Is there a ‘nice’ way to stop them eating our vegetables though?