My industrious phase was short-lived, as I feared it would be. The slough of inertia has returned to weigh me down. Medals will not be returned.
Today, an effort was made. We mustered the wherewithal to venture out for a walk, enjoying what passed for sunshine and the swelling buds of magnolia and camelia. This witch hazel had passed the budding stage and its arachnoid flowers were in their prime. To think I might have missed the sight of these tiny buttercup yellow streamers. I must keep focused, it is all happening out there.
This has been a week of firsts, and today was my first day back at The Farm.
It was a day of mist that swiftly thickened to fog. It was mild and unobtrusive and blurred the edges of the world. All was veiled in an ethereal blanket, not threatening but embracing. My mood however was buoyant. I bounced and enthused and irritated those that had been working hard since the new year. We made plans for the coming weeks. We toured the site and Mrs G carefully listed* my suggestions and even added some of her own. Next we studied plant catalogues and further lists were made. When it was time for me to leave they promised to instigate some of the new projects before next week. As I pulled the door closed I could have sworn I heard ripping and giggling ………
This blurry witch hazel, Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Jelena’, is sporting the lone survivor flower from what was once the promise of many. A tangle of joyous burnt orange banners. Although I have no concrete evidence as to what happened to the burgeoning buds, my money is on either Public Enemy No. 1 AKA White Spot the Chicken or PE No. 1½ Flurry Bloomin’ Bunnykins and his pals. In the coming months I forecast heartache in my continuing war with these arch criminals. No doubt most of the tears will be mine. Not yet though, today I am walking on the sunny side of the street, metaphorically speaking of course.
*This was after a fraught interlude whilst the correct notepad had been selected and matching pen located.