That changed today. I decided that I was going to live life in real time, not tenuously through other people's blogs.
I ventured outside.
The weekend newspaper had advised that now is the time to carry out the 3 P's in the garden. My age raddled brain could remember two of them, pruning and planting, but I am buggered if I can remember the third. Nevertheless, I soldiered on. I could have been a perfectionist and decided that a job wasn't worth doing unless it was done well, and if I didn't know the 3 P's, there was no way that I was going to do an incomplete job! But I did a bit of self talk, decided I was ridiculous and just looking for an excuse to turn the computer on, and proceeded to pull on the boots.
I also planted some special Corndale garlic and gathered up our second bowl of pecans. This was done by my daughter wildy waved a tomato stake above her head, bashing at the tree like a pinata, and I scurrying on hands and knees, picking up whatever fell.
Moving on to the garden beds around the house I was amazed that under the jungle we had ginger and russian sage in flower. The benefit of pruning is that you get masses of cut flowers.
It is one of my aims in life to always have flowers in the house. It is so nurturing and celebratory. (Anne always had cut flowers) The two stems of ginger are filling the whole house with a heady, gorgeous perfume. It is sweet, but just stops short of cloying. Kind of like a gardenia.
And the russian sage, well it doesn't smell, and it is a bit big and scraggly, but the velvety purple flowers are attractive, so I just
And there my friends you have my productive day of planting, pruning, picking upping, nurturing and celebrating. (Anne would be proud) xxNick