This week gardener and writer Debbie Webber welcomes a new arrival and is dazzled (yes, really!) by something wonderful....
It has been a better week. Any week without vomit rates highly in my book. We are settling into our new school routines, I haven't forgotten to pick anyone up from anywhere and the sun has been shining, brightly.
It's been so warm and sunny that it seems like this is the summer we were predicted. Only a couple of months late, but let's not be ungrateful.
There's also been a happy ending to the sad tale of the hamster death last week and the baby pigeon who fell out of the nest. Yes, life is good.
We have, naturally, replaced the Hamster Who Died. Well, not exactly replaced. No other hamster could replace Banana. But we have moved on.
We are now the proud owners, or rather my middle daughter is, of Lily. She is very sweet, frisky and loves her wheel. Which, in my vast hamster-owning experience, makes her quite unusual in the rodent world.
Banana hasn't been forgotten, particularly as her grave is in the front garden so we get to see it every day. Prompted by the view of the now wilting flowers, the three-year-old has been asking when she will get better. And when can he have a look at her. I feel there's probably a little more work to be done in the Explaining Death Department.
However there is one death I haven't had to explain and that is the squab, or baby pigeon, that my eldest son and his friends found lying shell shocked at the base of a tree in our road.
No explaining necessary this time because, amazingly, the pigeon has survived! And no, we didn't have to set our alarm and feed him regurgitated worms, or whatever he eats, every two hours.
I had handed this particular baby over to Hubby who, being well versed in country ways, would know what to do which would involve, I worried, necks and wringing.
Thankfully that didn't happen. We have a pair of pigeons sitting on a nest in a tree right beside our back door and into it the homeless baby was popped. Within a few hours the pair were feeding this rather large interloper.
They have eggs of their own which we think might be a late batch or a third one. We've watched them all summer building a nest, sitting on eggs and feeding and raising various babies. Now autumn's here Hubby thinks the birds will not be able to raise the next lot before the cold comes.
Which makes the fostering they are doing of this homeless bird all the more heart warming. We were sure he would be turfed out the nest or not fed. It's a lovely story, one the children are delighting in. And it's happening just outside our back door.