There have been happenings this week. Those who have missed out on recent events can find all the juicy details in my post A Different Boot. Ok, it’s not terribly juicy, but I was trying to entice you in. Will this accident keep me from my Six on Saturday obligations? I think not. I am made of much sterner stuff. It would take something far more catastrophic to stop me contributing to The Propagator’s worthy meme. Oh, and Saint Propesa of Caversham told me to pull myself together, stop whingeing and get SoSing or feel the brunt of his wrath. So I have. There may however be some bending/deviating from the rules which I generally adhere to like gorilla glue. In the circumstances I think I should be allowed a little leeway. If you are in the slightest bit interested in how this all works, and quite frankly who wouldn’t be, check out this caring soul’s site for details of how to join in and who else is
trapped in his evil grasp involved.
First we have a view from my front window, looking out, which I expect you had gathered. The scaffolding is still in place and yesterday we had even more put up, an extension out over next door’s roof so the builders can render the chimney in safety. I suggested holding the renderer by the heels whilst it worked but it was vetoed. Something about health and safety. Wimps. We asked to keep the cracked chimneys when they were removed during Phase 876 of the work. The plan is to use them in an imaginative and innovative way in the garden. Yes, we will stick some pots in the top.
Next we have a view from the rear door, the scaffolding has gone, horrah! It is all looking rather empty, but that won’t last. A short stride up the steps into the main micro-garden and there are at least a million pots that need to come back down to the relative warmth of this little courtyard for the winter. Looking for volunteers…..
Now we have my beautiful jacaranda tree. The Borrowers would definitely recognise this as a tree, however most normal sized humanoids would view it as a nondescript plantlet. It is all relative. This is my number one specimen, Big Daddy, which is why it has been brought into the house for the winter. Anther one, which I affectionately call “squirt”, will have to tough it out in the big bad world. No room at the inn.
From a tree (yes it is) that lives in the house, to a house plant that lives outside. Not this actual plant, but another, less lush looking one. We have a lot of aspidistras in the house. Too many. They belong to my OH, dragged around with him from house to house for the last forty years. At all too regular intervals he splits them to make more and they magicaly appear in new places around the house. We also force other people to take them. “Sorry no biscuits, but please take an aspidistra with your cup of tea?” They are like tribbles. In amongst the herd are a couple of variegated specimens. Whether this is a sport or there more than one variety, I have no idea. I won’t bother asking. Up until very recently I didn’t realise this variegation was a good thing. I may be warming.
Enforced immobility has opened the door to other more gentle activities. I have mentioned before my surfeit of garden related books. It is also true that I am an avid reader. However I rarely read horticultural books. Sometimes but not often. As it happens I am reading two at the moment. An upstairs book, Alys Fowler’s Hidden Nature, and this one, my downstairs book. This has sat in my pile for a while. Partly because I want to give it the careful attention it deserves. Now I have the time. I have read several of Richard Mabey’s books and enjoyed them immensely. Having dipped my toe (one from the good foot) in yesterday, I have no doubt that I am going to love it just as much as the others.
And now a warning: I am about to get serious. Perhaps even a little sloppy, maybe sentimental. Number six is a get well soon bouquet from my next door neighbour. Not only neighbour but friend, the wonderful Michelle helped me and OH in our hour of need. I am sure she won’t mind but I going to share this perfect yellow rose with everyone who has sent me good wishes and bad jokes. For the friends near and far, real or virtual, who took the time to comment and sympathise. All hail the positive power of the internet. It is also for the NHS staff at North Devon District Hospital, who did their jobs with efficiency and kindness in equal measures and smiled while they performed them. Superheroes, every one of them.
An eventful week, but certainly not all negative. Stay safe everyone.