Here I am, pottering. I am busy organizing another craft stall for this weekend, as well as my normal work routine. I’m getting there. In between phone calls and writing emails, I retreat to the garden.
It demands work too, but at the same time provides peace. Fresh air and room to think. If I was to measure my progress by the number of pots in the potting shed, I’d say that I must have a lot of plants in pots elsewhere, which is good.
Or maybe I should measure it by the height of my sweetcorn plants. They are growing well in the kitchen garden. This one is the only plant that is spreading its lanky leaves this direction. The rest are 90 degrees rotated. No idea why.
The peas are shooting away. Another good measure. They were trying to form a mat on the ground. I spent time this morning, tying them up and encouraging them to grow up the poles. I don’t mind them grabbing another’s pole, so long as they don’t do it before they’ve clad their own pole for a few inches.
Our lavender bushes are starting to flower. Not enough to attract the bees, but I know they will soon.
The Tom Thumb fuchsia is flowering too. I remember popping the buds as a child. I was told not to, but it is so tempting.
The Nice Day rose always flowers in June. It was a wedding present and never fails to flower running up to our anniversary. Maybe as a gentle reminder.
My head is full of organizing thoughts. Not my normal state, but pottering around the garden is the perfect balance.
Here I am: pottering.