And to face what can only be described as chaos. Out of doors at least.
The hot weather has seen a growth spurt that would rival the tropics and when a passer-by asked my husband if anyone lived here I decided that I must tackle the ‘garden’ before anything else. I am too ashamed to show you the scene but things are improving albeit with a rather drastic slash and burn type of gardening! More accurately I should say, ‘a pull out and compost’ type of gardening, but you get the idea. No way could I burn all this lovely greenery which anyway is simply packed with wildlife. I pull out handfuls and then leave them on the path for an hour for the beasties to crawl to safety and then get husband to carry all to the overflowing compost bin.
Now we can walk along the back path without being stung by triffids and where the hayfield stood a kind of lawn is visible under the fruit trees. But that is just the tip of the iceberg.
I have been home for five days: day one involved taking grandson out to the cinema and catching up with ex-daughter in law, day two was washing and ironing, day three was a lovely barbeque with family. Day four was getting new tyres for the car and taking dog and gecko to the vet, collecting grandson, overseeing tutoring, making supper and then family chat with quick catch up with grand-daughter. Each day I have tried to weed part of a flower bed but day five has been gardening, gardening, gardening. Shortly I am going out to meet a friend to see Manon Lescaut on live screening from the Royal Opera House. So I’m afraid that blogging has been bottom of the list.
But I had a fabulous trip! I am totally in love with Poland:) The photos are downloaded but I need to weed them a bit before putting them up here. I cannot remember a time when I was just so happy all day long for two whole weeks, except for the Auschwitz/Birkenau day. And neither can I remember when I last laughed so much. Several people on our trip said that they could see P and me as schoolgirls and what trouble we must have been. And the irony is that that we weren’t!
However, I think that I will first post the rest of my pictures of my trip to the Netherlands from last Autumn because the rest of the Villa was so astonishing, even though events have superseded the story. I will try to get on with that in dribs and drabs over the next few days.
Oh, and I forgot to say, I came home to a very broody young goose. She is sitting very determinedly on two eggs. I tried to dissuade her but she has obviously been allowed to sit while I was away and is now firmly in brooding mode and there is no breaking it without causing great distress both to her and us. We could not stand the noise of her cries as she frantically dashed round and round the house trying to get back in to her eggs. After 40 minutes I gave in before she died of exhaustion and upset.
I feel as if I have been away for months: I expected to hear the news that the government had fallen, a general election had been called, and that world peace and the abolition of hunger had finally been achieved. And of course people back home felt as if time had flown, all except grandson who said it had felt like weeks, bless him. Einstein was definitely on to something where time and space are concerned.