It’s been a mishmash this weekend. Lots of chores to tick off the list in preparation of my in-laws arriving next week. It was as if my blogging mind was affected as I kept noticing random things rather there being a “theme” as such to blog about.
In case you are wondering this is the view of the tunnel of the road underpass which we have to take to cross over to some of our walks. I liked the way the sun was shining through giving me a sense of possibility as I walked through.
Earlier in the walk I’d felt part of a different time. Sometime in the 1970s. It was the pampas grasses that evoked this moment of nostalgia. It was all the rage for people to plant pampas grasses in their front gardens in the ’70s in England. Here we have them growing in the hedgerow and they look particularly splendid at the moment.
As do the foxgloves.
Some might think the foxgloves a weed in gardening terms. We have a swathe of them in the back garden and they look rather majestic at the moment.
Talking about weeds, I relented. I know. But my knees are simply to worn out to be grovelling around on the drive any longer. I donned my sprayer and they have now been treated to a last supper before they shrivel and die. At least that’s what it said on the packet of weedkiller.
I really must apologise for my gardening garb. It’s true I’m wearing my dog eaten clogs and shorts that are now 3 sizes too big. Mental note to dress up a little more in case of passing photographer.
Weather-wise it was a stunning weekend. Glorious sunshine for the whole two days. I admit we are not getting anxious about levels of water in our tank. Rain is forecast this week so fingers crossed it will get a top up. Rumour has it that this summer is going to be long and hot. Sounds great in theory but with it comes stress and worry about my vegetable patch and whether anyone will get stranded in the shower one day completely covered in soap!
Oh the joys of country living.
The bassets had a good time. Lots of long walks to enjoy. All the sniffing followed by lots of sleeping!
Here’s Mason totally spark out on the veranda. Just look how relaxed those paws are!
Fortnum is a little more wary of me pointing the camera at him as he’s looking a bit less cute.
I think he should look a bit sheepish given what he looks like after his walk. I always tell people not to be fooled by the basset cuteness. Underneath all those wrinkles and big eyes is the devil incarnate coming out. Just check out this picture if you don’t believe me!
So this is my weekend miscellany. I fear it’s going to be a bit like this in the coming week as I work my way down the to do list, fitting in some work and continue to worry about last posting dates for Christmas cards which I’ve yet to source a supply. Oh the stresses of being a Domestic Executive.