Well my first three day weekend was a success, more or less, although I think it will be a while before I get into a routine. After the Sunday morning windmill visit and a rather scenic route back via Hamble Lane and Portsmouth road with flowers and fields to look at plus a quick stop at Millers Pond again, I was at boiling point. In fact I had a headache.
Unfortunately there was no bread in the house which meant the peanut butter toast I’d promised myself turned out to be crisp breads with peanut butter which wasn’t nearly as satisfying. After that I retired to the garden with a headache tablet and lots of water to rehydrate. Any residual grumpiness left over from the crisp breads and headache were soon banished when I noticed the yucca flowers have finally opened. They don’t last very long and the are a black fly and ant magnet but, for the few hours they are insect free and not wilted, they are beautiful. A spike has appeared on the variegated yucca in the front garden too so more flowers to come.
Little nigella flowers are brightening up stray corners. Those seeds seem to get everywhere and they pop up in the most unexpected places. They’re so pretty I forgive them though. They’ve quite taken over the area where the pulmonaria wandered into the garden but they look nice against the silver spotted leaves with the dried seed heads of the bluebells for contrast and the crocosmia leaves promising more flowers soon.
The blueberries are swelling and beginning to look bluer. My big worry is that the birds will get to them long before we do. I may have to invest in some nets because Commando is very fond of blueberries, especially in muffin form. There are also three new figs growing on the tiny fig tree. Whether they will come to anything remains to be seen.
The four sunflowers that managed to survive slug attack have now grown tall enough I think they may be safe. One even has the signs of a bud. How exciting. The idea was to collect sunflower seeds but I fear there won’t be enough for one decent bowl of granola so I shall concentrate on enjoying the flowers, if the slugs don’t eat them first.
The tiny violas I planted last year are still flowering. They were a Sainsbury’s bargain buy and they have earned their keep several times over. The tubs too, especially the nasturtiums, have been real value for money this year. As one thing fades so something else takes over. I’ve half forgotten what I planted in them now so each new thing is a surprise.
Another surprise was the hawkweed. It has appeared in the pots I grew wildflowers in last year and I’ve left it to grow, even though I planted sweet Williams and dark purple cornflowers in them this year. Neither have yet flowered so the hawkweed is providing a little colour while I wait.
When I was out in the front admiring the mass of buds in the lavender and the first flowers on the marguerite daisies I had another surprise. This one came in the form of a very excited Bea, along with her dad, Philo. The rest of the afternoon was spent entertaining. This mostly involved making a film with Bea using her iPad mini in which she directed and I acted. Hopefully Philo will delete it when she’s asleep!
Monday was all about shopping for food and a driving lesson. We are now practicing test routes which is slightly worrying. In time honoured tradition I’m steadfastly refusing to think about tests though so I shall say no more. Hardly any walking was involved in anything but I did manage to fit in just enough to take me over the hundred miles a month.
Tuesday was an odd day. It felt like I should be at work. In fact I had to check my phone to make sure it really was Tuesday and I really didn’t have to go to work and even then I still felt as if I was playing truant all day. There was a walk, a quick march to town to book a long overdue eye test. Unbelievably I managed to get in and out again without going into a single coffee shop. Wonders will never cease. I did have a very brief visit to the enchanted park where it’s all about hydrangeas at the moment. Everything else is either just finishing or still not started. This was probably a good thing because I didn’t have time to wander.
The afternoon was spent cooking when I really wanted to be out in the garden but, with four long days at work ahead I knew I wouldn’t have time in the evenings. Next weekend I will try to be a little more productive. As for how the four long days are going, I’ll tell you about that later…