Rosy's photo of a spring onion going to seed.
I was contemplating reviewing the year of 2015, but there was quite a lot of it, most of which I have forgotten. Then I thought, maybe I could review 2016 so far, but again, a blur. So I have settled on reviewing today, which I am fairly certain is Monday.
State of the garden: weeds. It is very perplexing. Driest summer for years, but the weeds are flourishing. I am thinking of giving up the fight and cultivating a lovely weed garden instead. I could have delicate drifts of milk thistle, sunny massed colour bursts of dandelions, and stands of nightshade for their striking black berries..
State of children and animals: Children: All accounted for. Eat a lot. Make a lot of mess. Are going to visit their dad for a week. Friends have been asking, "But what will you do?" And I look at them strangely and answer, "Whatever I want, of course!"
Cats and dog have been having what is known as a Let's-get-into-fights-and-develop-mysterious-allergies week, because then they get to go to the vet, which they love, and it is so much fun for everyone else as well.
Chicken coop. Still sadly empty due to my lack of proactive-ness re sourcing any actual chickens. At least the chicken run is filling up with tasty and nutritious weeds which the future chickens will very much appreciate when they finally arrive.
State of administrative organisation: Ha. I finally 'encouraged' The Boy to fill in a vital form and took it and him to the Medicare office, only to be told that all of their computers were down, and we should come back maybe the day after tomorrow. I despise technology. Except that which makes anaesthetics work. I am very much in favour of that.
State of housekeeping: Ha. Lego all over the floor. Children baking and making things. And packing. And painting. Christmas is still with us. I am considering leaving the Christmas tree up until December. That would be cheerful and festive, right?
State of morale: Fraying. On the Medicare trip I also went to the hardware shop to get um, technical things to join hoses to taps. But, oh, then I accidentally wandered through the plant section, and oops, two came home with me. I am not, in any way proof against impulse buying yet. At least, not anywhere where there are plants or books..
State of anticipation: High. Lucinda is coming to visit tomorrow. We will drink tea under the pear tree and admire the weed garden and the Lego strewn floor under the Christmas tree, and it will be wonderful to finally meet the friend who has been kind and generally wise and hilarious over the last few years on her blog and mine.