I haven't updated in a while, but don't let that fool you into thinking I've been swept off my feet by the social delights of the summer months. These have been weeks of battles, against chicken pox and sniffles and all manner of maladies. Oh, and I spent a weekend in Paris, so I suppose I have enjoyed a little delight after all.
And its been hot, oh so hot! After longing to swelter in the summer heat, when finally it appeared I was terribly British about the experience, in that I complained and cursed the sunshine and wished it away, until away it went and I began to long for the sun once more.
My herb garden has exploded into life, thanks to the sun and a little rain, and the one patch of decent soil within acres and acres of barren land. My next task is to harvest the chamomile flowers for teas and tinctures. The chamomile lawn (bought because I adore the book!) continues to spread across the garden. The smell is a delicious welcome from the garden whenever I step out of my front door.
My butterfly friendly flower beds are suddenly a riot of colour, with poppies, nasturtiums, ranunculus, and iris' blooming towards the sky and tempting tortoise-shell, red admiral, and common blue butterflies into the garden.
Our veg patch continues to grow. Is it odd that I feel a little shiver of pride whenever I notice my beans have climbed a little higher? And yet, my inexperience is apparent. Look at how close I've planted those cauliflowers! Next year, I will be a little better. And the year after that - who knows!
This picture was taken before a rather intensive weeding session, so its a bit neater now. How strange it feels to take pride in such a thing! Life is inextricably different from just a few years ago. Still busy, still occasionally frantic, but now there is space to breathe.
Look at it go!