One of the jobs that Mr T was tasked with last weekend was untangling and tying up our tomato plants, left to lie and fraternize amongst themselves, that had begun to topple over with their own weight, and had my Mum tut-tutting at our laissez-faire approach to gardening- where were the neat, upright rows that she was so enamored of? I don’t know, the young people these days..
The hot weather has dried and cracked the ground and for miles around the grass is straw coloured and tinder dry. The lucky amongst us find a cool, shady tree to lie under. Preferably on a swing seat they got for Christmas 😉
It has to be said that the first part of this week has been wasted by the black slug of depression and I was fearful of it lasting longer but this morning I woke a little better and was even more improved by the sound of the courier dropping off a parcel. The long awaited (not so long – I am just impatient) Flow Book for Paper Lovers had arrived and it was out of bed to fetch coffee and toast and back with Toastie and Charlie to help me unwrap the book. Oh it is so lovely – containing all manner of papery goodness, stickers and tags and labels and writing paper, satisfyingly weighty and stuffed full.
If you are looking it would make a great present for someone. I will show you a few pages..
My crochet cardigan is coming along slowly, very slowly the pile grows.
I have bought another ten skeins of wool which will be enough to finish it, so now all I need is a clear head to do the work. I am hoping that is not too much to ask?
Watching The Wheels 