I have to confess to stepping out into the garden and sometimes seeing only the tasks that I haven’t managed to complete (or even begin). Today I decided that this was a daft mindset and that I needed to focus on the good stuff going on out there.
I picked a few flowers, stuck them in a tumbler and suddenly it was easier to overlook the patchy lawn, weedy veg bed and jumbled stack of triffid-like tayberry bushes (about which I have no clue what to do- any tips welcome).
Here are the cheery things I spotted:
Thrifted red enamel garden shelves (£2 at a car boot last summer)
Porthole I made in the living willow wigwam this February.
Garden archeology – I think our flower beds may once have been a Victorian waste tip.
Hop shoots. These are edible, apparently.
Flax flowers. Each bloom lasts just one day. (Excuse the hosepipe and snoozing dog).
My beachy bunting, still going strong.
.Oh and a pig in a wheelbarrow.
Edited to add:
I just clicked on the images of eldest (now 5 1/2) in the willow wigwam, newly contructed in 2008. She was 2 and I was 6 months pregnant. I built the thing in the rain in the middle of March. That’s some slightly bonkers largescale crafting/nesting urge I must have been having.