Filled with lollypop Ewe trees and purple balls of allium . . . towering spikes of foxglove, delphinium and hollyhock . . . rambling roses and dancing daises. Orderly chaos and a riot of colour, smell and texture, enough to delight all the senses.
I can almost imagine myself sitting in my garden chair and enjoying it all whilst birds twitter in the background and fat little bumble bees bumble from bloom to bloom . . . it is an idyllic picture my imgination paints.
Moss covered stone paths lead us here and there amongst the blooms . . . to secret places, places where you can sit and reflect and daydream and relax, in hidden worlds that outsiders can never touch or see, filled with steeples of incredibly blue blooms, and rich, fat impossible-looking peonies. Fairy story sunflowers with faces as big as dinner plates turned towards the sun . . .
Ahh . . . the sun. The sun always shines in my imaginary garden. It only rains at night and then it is but a soft drizzle, just enough to put a smile on the garden's face and fulfil its thirst. We wake up each morning to warm dew covered grass and the promise of another bright day . . . oh the bliss of having a vivid imagintion and a garden catalogue to while away a cold and drizzly day.
Winter does have it consolations . . . all enjoyed by warmth of firelight. Though no sunlight gleams . . . thoughts of blooms and lovely things of comfort and cheer bring unto weary hearts a secret happiness. We know that beneath the hard cold ground lays all the promise of an English spring, and we are content to bide our time and console ourselves with the dreams of yet-to-come blooms and garden bliss . . . .
Even vegetables are not safe from my dreams. I like to plan them also. I only lack the time, cash and skill to make those dreams come true. Sigh . . .
What a busy day we ended up having yesterday. I popped out first thing to pick up a few bits for lunch. Then the zone leaders came and we spent a great time together having lunch and we helped to train them a bit and hone their skills. I think we all enjoyed it very much and there were cream cakes. Then the boiler man came and serviced the boiler.
We have a cupboard in the kitchen which needs to be taken down each time the boiler is serviced. Todd had managed to get it down, but could not get it back up, so we called the Zone Leaders and they came back to the house and helped to put it back up again. Todd had been really struggling with it and just couldn't do it. It broke my heart a tiny bit to see how very tired he is at the moment. Things which he used to do with ease are now much more difficult. They were happy to do it for us and Todd was grateful that they were able to do it. All was well in the end, and that's what counts.
It made me more cognizant of the fact that we really need to downsize even more. So things are not so much of a burden and a responsability. I talked to my daughter for a while on the messaging and we watched a bit of telly and then fell into bed at the end of the day. Mitzie loves it when we have company (So long as it isn't puppy company.) so she was tired and happy also.
Happy Birthday today to our dear friend Sybil! We hope you have a beautiful day filled with lots of love and blessings! Wish I could bake you a cake and sing Happy Birthday to you in person!
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
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˛*I want to have a little house
with sunlight on the floor,
A chimney with a rosy hearth
and lilacs by the door.
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In The English Kitchen today . . . . Sticky Toffee Pudding Cake for One. Oh my word, this is gorgeous and so so so dangerous! You can be sticking your spoon into it in about 2 minutes time, 3 minutes max. Oh boy . . .
I hope you have a wonderful Saturday. Stay warm and stay safe. Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!