We packed our clothes … cleaned the holiday cottage … loaded the car … and started the journey home. The skies opened … torrential rain fell … it thundered … it lightened … but luckily for us there were only two mornings of rain during the whole week.
the rooftops of Norwich
We had contingency plans in case of rain … one day we visited Norwich … the castle, and by the time we had spent a couple of hours in the museum … the rain had stopped. The rest of the week was fine and pleasant … walks were taken … delicious meals were eaten … and we spent as little time indoors as possible.
the quay at Wells
husband practising with his new camera
Wiveton Hall cafe
Peony border in the walled garden at Wiveton
a peaceful scene at the Cley Bird Reserve
By the time we reached home … a couple of hours later … the sun came out and it was hot. After unloading the car I went straight out into the garden … eager to see what surprises it would hold. It looked like a jungle. The aquilegia had all gone to seed, but the roses and delphiniums were blooming. The slugs hadn’t had a field day with the newly planted seedlings and had left the lettuce alone … they had had a nibble here and there on the beans … but nothing too drastic. Everything seemed to have doubled in size whilst we were away … the rain had done some damage … plants needed staking, tying back … and a lot of deadheading.
a new rose this year – labelled Golden Showers which turned out to be more like Cream Showers!
bees, bees, bees, bees, bees – loving this geranium
delphiniums waited till we returned to bloom
sugar snap peas
I began almost immediately not even stopping to unpack … by the time the evening came it was almost as if we had never been away … so engrossed was I in getting the garden back into shape. By the end I had filled the ‘wheelie bin’ with weeds and plants that had snapped with the weight of the rain.
blackbird and sparrow
It seemed strange to look out and see a burgeoning garden full of life instead of a small flowerless courtyard … to hear the garden birds instead of sea gulls. It is nice to go away to be in a different environment for a few days … to see the sea and the dunes and find different places to visit … but it is equally nice to return home to the familiar … for what would one be without the other.
I felt strangely reluctant to start blogging again … after not being connected to the internet for a week … no thinking what my next post will be about … no reading of other people’s posts.
But as I sat down to write this post it felt like I was writing to old friends … people I feel I have got to know a little over the last few years … people I would undoubtedly miss without regular updates of what is happening in their world … so here I am … and it looks like I am probably here to stay … for the time being anyway. I guess some habits are hard to break.
‘Til the next time – have a good week.