One of the things I was most excited about when we moved into our new house last year was that we finally had a garden. We really made the most of it last summer – we had paddling pools and football goals and all manner of outdoor fun. We enjoyed the excitement of seeing what would bloom next and where. I even got into weeding for a bit. All the way through until October half-term we used it a lot. Then after a final bit of tidying and planting of bulbs for Spring, we sort of shut the back door and forgot about it.
It has been cold. It has been windy. It has been grey. The garden still lay beyond our patio doors, but my interaction with it was mostly reduced to taking the recycling out or peering out of the window to see how may layers of clothing we needed that day.
Then half term rolled around again and Syd asked to go and play outside. I almost said no, I don’t know why (other than the fact it was drizzling obvs). We put on our coats and wellies and had a lovely time blowing bubbles. I remembered I love having a garden. I also noticed quite how neglected it looks at the end of winter – there are overgrown shrubs, things that look (but may not be) dead, a lot of weeding to be done (why don’t weeds take winter off?!) and a lot of general tidying of debris that got blown everywhere in the stormy weather. At least the windmills are still adding some lovely colour!
Last year I caved and got a gardener in to do a tidy. Can I manage it on my own this year? Well, I am going to give it a go. Just as soon as it gets a little bit warmer, honest….
Love Miss Cisco XXX