I’ve had one of those days when you get lots done for no particular reason.
I slayed most of my tomato plants this morning and sent them off to my compost bins. Everything is rotting in this constant rain. Today it wasn’t raining for a change. It was a balmy 20c and pretty pointless in October in the grand scheme of growing things. The soil was wet and very heavy and leaking through my gardening gloves but I dragged several bags of it up the hill to the bins in the hope I will appreciate the effort in the Spring. Of course I will.
I got on my step ladders and dragged the winter bedding out of the top cupboard the other day. Three lots of snuggly teddy quilt covers and fitted sheets washed and dried in Summer temps in October?! Bizarre. We turn the clocks back in a couple of weeks and outside Mother Nature thinks it’s still late Summer. Something isn’t right.
Then I got a blank canvas out of the cupboard and painted. I want something new for my wall.
It felt good. Damn good.