Day 3 – the Great Leap Forward remains elusive. I awoke feeling the after effects of yesterdays pilates. Nonetheless, after only two warm up coffees I did at least 80 per cent. of my physio exercises (no headless gift rodents today – perhaps they are contingent on completing the pelvic floor routine) and donned myContinue reading “Three French Hems”
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To the Wall…
I squished so many garden photos in my last post there was no room for anything else so this is a little catcher upper for the last few weeks. When I left off I think we had made it through Keith’s big party and were awaiting the advent of the rugby crowd for further celebrations.Continue reading “To the Wall…”
Softly Softly
To my drilled nose (healing nicely thank you – really not that bad at all, just a lingering sore throat and strange “dangly” sensation like a tonsil trying to escape) we must add Keith’s extracted tooth. It is now incumbent on Mum to bite her tongue whilst Lachlan pokes a finger in his eye for theContinue reading “Softly Softly”
Autumn Intermezzo
We went off to Corfu for a few days of sunshine a week or so ago. It has been ages, what with lockdown, the garden and family stuff but I was a little flabbergasted when Keith mentioned over lunch on Thursday that this had been, in fact, the first holiday (of more than a coupleContinue reading “Autumn Intermezzo”
Sizzle and Hiss
Well, whilst the rain pelts down against the garret door I’ll just do a bijou update on the garden as we cruise from June to July. Curiously, perhaps with the early frost then burning dry patch, everything seemed to come out in a helter skelter all at once and hang around well past the scheduledContinue reading “Sizzle and Hiss”
Trekking
Anyone paying attention (though why should you!) will note that I am now all out of order. However, having got a pressing cri de coeur about “stuff” out of my system and with an hour of luxurious spare time up my sleeve, I am now returning to the joys of our week in Glenelg. IContinue reading “Trekking”
Snowdrop time
As the snow dwindled, the frost set in with the melt reforming overnight into hardened pools of ice, grey and strangely rounded, like melted candles. The paths around the fields set into uncomfortably frosty ridges. Mum and I trudged on stoically in the quest for extra steps and fancy camera angles and the family soupContinue reading “Snowdrop time”
Winter is here
This week has finally brought winter. A sunny walk in the woods at the weekend had lulled me into a complacent confidence that Christmas would be mild and balmy and the lifting of the dahlias could proceed at dilettante pace. The tissue paper whisper of the grass on Monday told another tale. The first ofContinue reading “Winter is here”
A middling type
Autumn, like spring, summer and winter, is definitely my favourite season. Everything just feels so much less frenetic. It is warm and sunny enough to make walking the pooch or pottering in the garden a pleasure, but there’s enough intermittent cloud cover to justify a little indoor sloth and pootering, guilt free. Lyra and IContinue reading “A middling type”
Dropsy
We are still somewhat sweltering in the late summer heat. Evenings of light rain have lessened the stress on the plants a little, but it hasn’t really penetrated and a few centimetres down it is still dry and earthenstone hard. After a burst of enthusiasm getting four of the new peonies in, taking some “insurance”Continue reading “Dropsy”