The weeks here go by so quickly. We wake early to beautiful clear sunny mornings, sit out for breakfast and contemplate the day which seems endless. Before you know it we are eating dinner then falling asleep in front of the 10 o’clock news that’s on at 11.
In between there has been more progress in the garden room. I finished oiling the terracotta floor tiles and MrFF is renovating the solid wooden doors. Much of the brown furniture has left the building including this beer keller type arrangement, a really nice man from the next village was happy to have it. For now we have the old wooden garden table and chairs, much more in keeping with the light airy room.
Naturally rather than relax and enjoy our efforts we are thinking of returning to Ilkley. The sooner we leave the sooner we can come back, the heat is starting to build, 30 degrees today when we went down into the valley for provisions and worst of all the mosquitoes are back. I am disappointed to be leaving the garden now I’ve regained control as so many plants are yet to flower. I have hardly bought anything new this year, a tray of trailing geraniums that just started to bloom this week
and a yellow portaluca that I’m not so keen on. But I want to see the plumbago open, the hydrangea that I thought was dead but is showing a few green shoots come back to life and these geraniums that I’ve had for several years are almost out but not quite.
So today I had a word with MrFF about the possibility of some irrigation for the pots. Much tutting and head shaking from him as he doesn’t want to leave the water on inside the house, pleading from me. We have a solution, we will leave all the pots at the front of the house where they’ll be in shade most of the day and netted off from badger invasion. He’s already bought the plumbing parts and started work on some sort of isolation valve so there will be no water entering the house just supplying the garden tap. He will then connect a timed sprinkler for the pots. However at present it looks like he might be installing the Trevi fountain
It would be a wrench for me as well, all your hard work to be left to the summer sun.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't imagine leaving, coming back, leaving...how hard for you...
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Donna