Year 2, Day 4 – Julia

Had a most productive day in the garden again.  Had a family bbq, made sorrel soup, tidied the greenhouse, resurrected lots of unhappy things in pots, and generally tidied a messy space.  Also made a lot of decisions about next steps in various places, worked out that we can build a vertical storage bike shed in a corner of the new garden, and finished two trellises. Just need to buy the gubbins to put them up now, and wait for another dry weekend.   Might even buy a phone that takes decent pictures tomorrow, so I can show off my gratifying weekend.


Day 285 – Julia

Spent a very productive hour in the garden with A. We pottered around, diggered over some raised beds, transplanted a wisteria, moved volunteer foxgloves out of the veg patch and into the flower beds and – because there were about 30 of them – moved some into various patches of waste ground too. While I pottered around poking things,  A finally unicycled the length of the garden path (20 feet), managed not to fall down the steps, and discovered that some of the fish are still alive, all at once.  We popped to town and then had sister-in-law L, foster nephew J, and long-lost good friend J over for dinner. I wouldn’t say I excel at maintaining 3 conversations at once, but it was definitely nice to sit down with people for a few hours.  It was really good to catch up with J, distracted by small children though I admittedly was.  I may have also introduced six-year-old J to our childhood game (of throwing each other onto the sofa), and forgotten that autism plus fun plus endings can equal distress very quickly. Luckily L has amazing rapport with him and managed to curtail the tantrums in under 30 seconds. Amazing. And now I’m in bed and it’s only 10:45pm. And I only have seven unread papers lurking under the laptop. Woohoo!


Day 252b – Julia

At 5pm, today’s earnest rainstorm briefly let up and I went outside to find that not only was it still light (at 5pm!), but spring has tiptoed in over the weekend despite our neighbour’s rampage of the spring border. (A few months ago he trampled/dug everything and put a fence up, having suddenly gotten paranoid that we would claim the land we’ve been politely tending for him for 20 years).   Luckily, the unnecessary fence is a foot short of the back wall, so the espaliered quince is just sneaking into bright red flower around it and some of the spring border plants have survived.  No lily of the valley yet, but there are fat little rhubarb leaves just starting to unfurl, and we should have a sea of pale yellow primroses under the apple trees next week if we peep under the fence.  But enough about that – I’ll wax all prosaic about hope and survival and new beginnings shortly if I’m not careful, so I think I’ll go apply my new perspective to my still-too-long discussion pages.

Day 13- Heather

Today it’s about a lazy Sunday morning, visiting my cousin & cousin-in law (is that a real term?) who live next door.  Since we’re all early risers, we gathered for some darn good coffee on the deck at 7:30am discussing the progress of our gardens, the lovely weather, and eating awesome breakfast sandwiches made with eggs the chickens laid this very morning.