I'm reluctantly not spending time in my garden lately, nor are we exploring our environs much since we have so much arranging, re-arranging and then re- re-arranging to do. No sooner do we get things fitting in perfectly, than another 4 bowls or set of coffee mugs gets unpacked from within the depths of an efficiently packed armchair or display cabinet. Then it's back to square one.
It's just hard assessing where to put stuff when things come out in dribs and drabs. Today I found this long-awaited item, which I have missed since we packed it away. It's the small, useful and meaningful things that one misses.
We are being patient, and busy. It's been pretty warm, so assembling things in the 'greenhouse' (aka our Conservatory) has been very challenging. We opened up doors and windows to get some airflow through (we hadn't found our battery fan at that stage) and we ended up with swarms of flies in the house which almost sent me to a mental institution. I couldn't deal with them and was obsessively swatting with dishtowels (no fly swatter), and the battery operated zappers that materialized needed batteries. There's a veritable fly cemetery in my kitchen. Yes, it's gross ... but it feeds little robins, and gives the parents a break!
I'm glad to have found some summer clothes that were used as packaging to protect ornaments and memorabilia. Dale has found some of his passenger coaches had dis-assembled themselves on the long journey! This little luxury item turned up at last - again, a small simple thing: my wooden toaster tongs. How did we manage without it?
Strawberries here are amazing! Small and sweet, not enormous and tasteless
Dale concluded that there'd be no point in properly arranging and transforming the garage until he'd laid out the rubber floor covering first, since everything else stands on that. What an effort he put in, but it does look (and feel) fantastic. And we can get the car back inside again.
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| Photo: D. Schultz |
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