Thoughts gradually began to form:
first day of June…………….
Not sure where that last one came from, or why it arrived with the King James Bible language. Something to do with those church bells, maybe?
At any rate, the advice seemed good. I neatly stashed a whole pile of ‘shoulds’ at the very back of my mind, ran a deep bubble bath and asked myself what I’d most like to do on this glorious morning.
The answer was there at once. Head off to Lime Cottage and do some gardening.
I still don’t live there. I’m waiting for the conservation team at the local council to give me consent to have the leaky roof and the great gaping hole in the ceiling fixed. Until then I’m sleeping, eating and working in the little rented town centre house and spending every spare minute at the cottage, stripping off wallpaper and flaking paint.
Not today, though. Today was a day to enjoy my new garden.
It’s been almost six years since I’ve had a garden of my own. I simply don’t have the words to express the joy I felt plunging my hands into the deep, dark loam and rescuing buried violas and straggling euphorbias from rampaging bindweed and goose grass.
The aquilegias and forget-me-nots are just past their best now, but the roses and chives look wonderful together, and love-in-a-mist and margarites are flowering in drifts right through the garden.
Herbs, fruit bushes, wild flowers and cottage garden plants live together here in a glorious, tolerant medley.
Who knows how many generations ago they first arrived? Some planted perhaps by the owners of the 17th century clay tobacco pipes I find fragments of wherever I dig in the soil.
I will be this garden’s willing custodian – trimming back the grass and honeysuckle, encouraging the shyest plants and checking the most rampant, but basically allowing it to delight and surprise me as every new month brings fresh pleasures.
The photos were all snapped there on my i-pod this morning.
Happy June from Lime Cottage, everyone.