Today the sky isn't as dark as this but there's a fierce easterly wind blowing around the house and on the cliff top. Thanks to Dorset perennials, who delivered a box of plants last friday, I've been able to plant out a few new perennials in the garden. They'll have extra care and attention given the current situation. I see from messages and posts on social media a lot of us are getting back to basics, which is no bad thing.
I always loved the garden but I love it even more now. My Nana, Phyllis Bregazzi was a very keen gardener. I can't see a lupin without thinking of her as in the summer her front garden was always full of them. She was a truly great person who took up yoga in her early 60's and never had another migraine after this. She was her teacher, Betty's, pride and joy being her oldest student at age 80. Nana lived a very simple life. She would walk to the corner shop each day to collect what she needed to eat. Her skirts were made from two squares of fabric, a zip and some petersham at the waist. She was very proud when a skirt had cost less than £5. One of the most modern things she did was to use Grow bags for the tomatoes in her Greenhouse. Nana loved Grow bags, the Piano, Liberace, Woolworths pick and mix, watercress and her family. Some days she would look after us after school and her idea of tea was regular burnt toast. She had no idea how to discipline children, but interestingly I don't remember her needing to. What a breath of fresh air.
Routine today -
long walk on cliff top
coffee and hot cross buns
several loads of washing
read some of the sunday times - particularly keen on the style magazine
planted out the perennials
now on the blog
just a bit of art to keep my hand in (sometimes I feel frightened that if I don't do something it will go away)
wine o clock
chatting at the table
tv or reading
the painting today is - A view of the Isle of Wight