Yesterday the Lad and I did a lot of tidying up as a change from digging…
That will continue as I clean the slope of weeds as best I can.
As we pulled leaves out of corners and cut back dead growth from the summer two things struck us.
One was that the lawn needed a trim… according to the Lad, he of the Lawn Skills. Yep, 30th December and it’s still growing.
The second was that there is so much new life poking through in anticipation of the spring. I hope the winter doesn’t take a turn for the totally totalitarian. Here are some pictures of optimism that the new decade won’t be dominated by wonks, wokery and Wokington Man
Of course, we have some hellibores and cyclamen and even, weirdly. some sweetpeas…
Hope also appears in the guise of buds on the replanted shrubs and roses that followed on from the recent excess of digging.
And today, as the misty murk clears there’s a chance of an alien invasions if this is anything to go by
which is an interesting precursor to the new decade.
May your twenties be roaring and roistering, no ratty and raddled. Chin chin everyone!
And remember this decade’s motto is
Everything will be alright in the end
and if it’s not yet alright, it’s not yet the end!