A perfect spring evening, a cat who things he's a leopard, some rye schnitzel

Clearly, our cat Roscoe thinks he's a leopard. He then fell out of the tree, proving he's not. A slow walk around the garden at 7.30 in slanting evening rays, daffs on the wane, fritillaries (sp? boy do I have a lot of garden knowledge to glean) in their glory - note to self, plant at least 200 more this autumn. For supper, half an old, dried up sourdough rye loaf ground into crumbs provided spectacular, tangy notes to a pork schnitzel, with sweet potatoes roasted with chilli flakes, garlic and rosemary, accompanied by a flowering leaf salad dragged from the chaos of the bolting contents of the greenhouse.

Sorry about the pics being all over the place, they won't do as I tell them



ooh, just look at the state of that greenhouse (below)