When I remarked, a month or so ago, that I wouldn't be able to blog as often as I once had, I certainly didn't anticipate that it would be quite so long before I was able to post again. But life was life, and as the pages of my diary grew more and more crowded with work and appointments and dates, the days became weeks until a whole month had past.
Busy times got busier still. The house continues to grow, brick by brick. The garden shudders into life. This was Spring, and now Summer ebbs into being with stutters and starts. A few days ago I was eating ice cream and slathering my freckled skin with sun cream, and yet today I've had to light the fire.
The garden is a pleasurable taker of my time, the greenhouse a godsend, and now we have salad leaves galore and the promise of a fruitful harvest in the coming months. I'm willing the veg patch on, and yet this soil has seen no care for some thirty years. It will take time. All we can do is try.
We took a holiday to Devon and visited the fantastical gardens at Greenways, Coleton Fishacre, Knightshayes, and Overbecks, and embarked on windswept coastal walks as we introduced our toddler to the sea. I thought we were rural, but upon witnessing the vast empty landscapes of South Devon I began to realise just how populated and squashed Sussex is.
A part of me really craves life in such rural isolation! Do you think you could do it?
Imagine living here.