Take care,
Sophie
Sophie
Take care,
Sophie
The future is not a place I care to cast my sights; in truth I have a vehement dislike for having to consider what's to come but in terms of the garden it all seems part and parcel of growing.
There's a couple of hundred photographs sitting in the May 2018 folder to break down and share with you, at least a couple of flowers posts, a couple of outfits, ooodles from the allotment and garden and of course the odd bits and bobs which don't fit in anywhere at all. Now that the evenings are bountifully light we tend to use up the time outdoors, especially for our weekend barbecues which gobbles up my previous blogging time so I'll have to scratch my head to figure out what I did last year to keep up the flow.
Let's face it, telly is mostly rubbish at the moment anyway and there's only a handful of shows I fancy watching (Gardener's World, of course) so the time spent outside is always good. Now that we have a little shed at the allotment it means we can do more jobs during the week as there are basic tools to hand. My main aim is to keep the weeds at bay but also just to enjoy things as they are, for change comes so rapidly at this time of year.
Do you like looking to the future? Or are you only happy to do so in terms of plants? That sounds like a very specific question. I suppose I could write a near endless composition on the subject but the crux of this post was to say I've not prepared anything else because I've been so busy doing it! And the garden is changing so fast but plants are my almost sole faith in what's to come.
Take care,
Sophie
Edit: I realise now I should have said sliver of time but you can get a slither of bacon so let's imagine a bacon shaped segment of time that we dredged from a busy day.
Sadly our English Heritage membership comes to an end imminently so we headed to Castle Acre Priory for one last look around, and what a lovely visit it was too. The grounds were bathed in springtime glory; the horse chestnut trees were in full bloom with thousands of flowers on show.
The peace was continually broken by a really grim lot who had decided to set up base at the riverside; vehicles parked up well beyond and in front of the very sign where it specifically says no parking as it's a heritage site... It was presumably the father in charge who was making the majority of the noise. Kept bellowing like Tarzan which echoed all around, seemed to be acting more his shoe size than age. There are always some people who spoil it for the rest but I cling to the hope that their lives are being made miserable somewhere down the line.
Sophie
