So there goes summer then. Wettest one for a hundred years apparently.
Now there is a distinct chill in the air, my garden is in desperate need of some end-of-season sorting out. I’ve got a nice new notepad and a sharp pencil to start making THE AUTUMN LIST and remedial gardening is going right at the top.
I drive my laid-back-to-the-point-of-being-virtually-horizontal musician husband to distraction with my lists. Jobs to do, things to fix, housework to endure, places to visit, holidays to book….it goes on (it was even worse when we were moving last year; I had an iPhone list AND a paper one, each with different things on them - one for old house, one for new house) and I am slightly on edge if if I don’t have a list somewhere on the go telling me what to feel guilty about not having done.
But this weekend is looking good for the current list. Apart from a surprise fortieth birthday party for this fella (sssshhhh!) and a behind-the-scenes tour of this exhibition which has been curated by our friend Aimee, the next two days are refreshingly free from commitments so no excuses eh?
I have a spy-den to paint (converting our under-used wooden playhouse and slide into a secret clubhouse complete with interior blackboard paint for code-breaking), about a million terracotta pots to empty, re-plant and rearrange, a scraggy lawn to mow and a veritable forest of front garden weeds to remove.
I wonder how many of those I’ll actually do? :)