Of a sudden I can’t see through the trees across the road any more. Too many young leaves and blossom in the way. It’s wonderful, though, isn’t it, the way a line of spare trees turns into an impenetrable screen in such a short space of time?
If you can catch the sun just right, it’s beautifully warm on bare skin. With Graham doing smelly stuff with ‘no more nails’, timber planking and a tired old ceiling we need the door and windows open, though, so there’s not much in the way of bare skin around here. I swear that Dolly would have put on a sweater if she could.
So, after our mid-morning doze, I tip-toed away, leaving her snuggled up to the teddy-bear and with a soft blanket almost covering her. She pretended she hadn’t noticed. I’m not sure which of us is the sillier, she or I.
Tomorrow when we go shopping we plan to call in to the big DIY store for half a dozen organic grow bags. For me, not for Graham. He’s going to be too busy in the house for much in the way of gardening and we’d really, really like just a few fresh salad vegetables this year so I’m to do it the easy way. I shall enjoy that. Might even be the spur I need to get the clippers out and tackle just a bit of the undergrowth by the path. It’d be a big break-through if I could clear enough to be able to use the clothes-line.
No promises, though. I don’t promise things I can’t guarantee I’ll finish.
