|sunrise on Sunday|
|Anemone emerging in the garden|
|I can't tell you how much I adore this house|
|En route to plot number 10|
|memorial walk, Hayle|
|It's the best I could do CJ|
|conquering 'The Spider's Web'|
Well kids it's been a lovely weekend, and that's the truth.
It's been satisfying in that Marc did loads of those little 'to do' jobs that go on the list, and then never get done. I have another one for him to do while I am in Bristol. Spring is definitely descending on West Cornwall. I cleaned windows, soaked my sweet pea seeds and planted loads of Lupins, Echinops, Delphiniums, Anemones, Coneflowers and some rather fancy Dahlias. Planning is not a strength I have to say. I realised that as I was stood wondering exactly where I was going to plant my stockpiled hoard. I think that's why I've never got on board the crafty boat. Jennifer's last post filled me with a mixture of awe and dread. Awe at her organisational prowess. Dread that I may have to do something similar if I ever took up crafts. I married a fantastic planner of stuff. I think he must get very exasperated with me. I always have a list on the go. But they are rarely completed. I always have wims and fancies. But they usually don't see the light of day. Ask me what my latest one is. Go on. You'll laugh your head off.
There was a Tortoiseshell butterfly fluttering in my blinds this week, and I was advised by CT that she had probably been hibernating in the house (the butterfly, not CT). I released her outside, where she busied herself amongst the ivy flowers and then huddled for warmth on the grill of the boiler outlet. She was still hanging out on Sunday. Olly and I also spotted a carder bee in the garden. I wasn't quick enough for a photo, but he lingered long enough for us to identify him. And what a beauty he was. We have spotted a couple of bumbles this weekend. And there are plenty of birds gathering stuff from the garden for their nests. I enjoyed watching a Blackbird flinging leaves and twigs and maiden hair around underneath the plum tree. He knew what he was looking for at any rate.
We went to plot number 10. Marc is digging beds in earnest. I am crap at the hard landscaping. It's still a little overwhelming for me to be honest. I think I need him to help me plan, because I'm worried that I may come undone otherwise. I did take pictures, but they didn't come out properly. I've included a photo to prove it ;) As Olly and I walked up the lane towards the allotment, we watched a buzzard swoop down into a field and emerge with a rabbit in his talons. Olly was flabbergasted.
Do you have planning issues, or are you very organised and detailed? Are you the type that dives head first into a project without pausing to think, or do you like to be ordered and rational? Please tell me I'm not the only one who has stood with fifteen lupin tubers in her grubby hands and no real idea where to put them. I need to know that I'm not alone....
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