Yes, please brook, a share of your rain would be more than welcome. Our primarily clay back garden has cracks that could hide a baby giraffe. I’m finding it quite upsetting now. Mr C is doing stirling work watering. I’m banned from can carrying (of the water type!) so can’t really help although as we’re permitted to I do sometimes wield a hose. We’re lucky I know, most things are alive but somehow have lost their personality, just hanging on in there.
My gardens have always meant a lot, they’re a representation of who I am and our life together. Pottering in the garden is my happy place. We have plants from friends, family (some nurtured for over 50 years, they moved when we did) and neighbours. Many of the givers are no longer alive other than in their plants. It’s never pristine, weeds share space, I’m no landscape gardener. When we’ve moved, as we have many times, I’ve never felt sad at leaving a house that has been a home, always felt sad for leaving the garden. The family got used to me wandering round saying goodbye to the planting.
Before I get too carried away wishing for rain I wonder how many grey and wet days it will take for me to wish this weather back. Not many I suspect 😂
It’s been a decent couple of days here. I’m unreasonably chuffed for contributing to a Teams meeting. I’d never ventured into the world of Teams before. We’ve finalised the purchase of a different car, with luck can collect on Friday. A painful left shoulder has a lot to answer for. Insurance sorted, the refund on our current insurance was processed immediately, odd I thought as it’s current until midnight on Friday. All I need to do once the garage has sorted the rfl is to remember to change the registration on the local parking app. I forgot 5 years ago and it cost us £60. Oops. Our elder son is staying tomorrow night, a rare treat for us.
Can’t say snakes are my favourite creatures ladylfl, that must have been a bit of a shock.
Oh well. It’s late, or early. I’m still not tired although my brain is slowly striking. Mr C is snoring away comfortably, it doesn't bother me, it’s not loud. I remind myself how I welcomed it when he was poorly after cardiac surgery, I knew he was still with me.
Night night everyone. Hope I’m the only one not sleeping.