Today, to my mind, is a Sunday. Obviously I’m not that derranged that I believe it. No, I do appreciate it is actually Tuesday. But you have to go with your own clock. So today is Sunday. Which means pottering at the plot. Moving gooseberry and blackberry bushes to a more appropriate sunnier spot. Digging up the last of the Jerusalem artichokes. And finally giving up on the asparagus bed. A little like Monty Don’s on Gardeners World, planted at the same time and each year offering up a pathetic yield. I got tough, out came the fork and off they went to the great asparagus bed in the sky. But I will persevere and plant again, because you should grow what you love.
At the shop, Mother’s Day came and went. I feel we’ve created a community space of sorts sometimes. Where friends meet, and people come to laugh, cry or receive a hug. Where PCO’s help customers with neighbour disputes surrounding rubbish and overgrown ivy. There’s Jam swaps and childcare advice (whether you want it or not – the advice, not the jam). Our bride’s of years ago are now receiving mother’s day bouquets, and the world moves on.
And today I bring you a solitary camelia with fastia flowers (or are they seeds?). In a vase to match. I did have the tiniest anemones, but sometimes on rare occasions I simply put the scizzors away and just appreciate.