Bit of a naff title. Not good with post titles, me.
Anyway. Hello there luvs! Happy New Year, and all of the blessings to you : )
It’s somewhat surprised me that it’s somehow managed to be three weeks into 2017, but there you go. The days have bled into one another. School holiday rhythms have seduced our hours.
I thought it high time that I do a wee postie here. Please disregard my locked post yesterday – I have remedied the situation with a proper (well, um, as much as I can be associated with the word “proper”) post today.
The Summer (thus far) has been gentle here. We’re still surrounded by lush green, instead of the crispy umbers and ochres that often predominate at this time of the year. My parrot friends visit me daily, and so do more spiders than I care to mention.
And today I threw myself into working in my scruffy, overgrown garden; because I find hard labour is not only good for the body, but along with tea, is often a cure-all.
I mean, what do you think they were fuelled by when they were cracking those Enigma codes, and winning wars? ; )*
Anyway. Gardening. Along with pruning and mulching, I’ve also been seed saving.
…And also…drying the herbs (yes, it does look a bit creepy and Blair Witch-ish). But it does the job, I find.
And my elderflower tree, which was just a tiny clump of a thing back in Autumn has gone beserkers. It’s even flowering. Not enough for a bottle of elderflower champers, (not…yet), but promising, nonetheless. The main aim of planting the elderflower was an attempt to fill the void left by the sad demise of an old rhododendron. Somewhat like a teenage boy, it looks as though it might reach the 6 foot mark by the end of Summer.
These final weeks of Summer holidays are filled with plans. My head is spinning, somewhat. There are so many changes on the horizon, chez Rapunzel’s. In the mean time, in this little bubble of Summer, I’m watching the flight of dragonflies and chasing the shade around the garden. Soon enough we’ll be caught up in the routines of school timetables and deadlines.
Watching: The Edge of Seventeen, (Moon-girl and I went to see this one together, and we really enjoyed it).
Drinking: spearmint, lemon balm, and rose petal tea, harvested and dried from the garden. Oh, and wine too. Let us not forget the wine. A good Kiwi sauv blanc cuts it on the hot days.
And you? What are you up to these days?
I do hope this month, whether you are in sunlight or snow, (or something slushy and less definitive) is treating you very well indeed.
Cheerio luvs, and chat soon. xxx
*forgive my taking liberty with history. I realise that Hitler’s defeat had an awful lot to do with other stuff too. Like the Russians, for instance. Pity it seems to be working the opposite way now. Ahem. But never underestimate the power of tea and women. I doubt Mr Orange-y Pants has factored in the legions of righteous women, armed with teapots that are filled with robust and diverse blends of Camellia sinensis. The stuff of revolutions, I say!