More White Stuff!

Last night, I spent the early evening in the kitchen with the rayburn as I just couldn't get warm.  After a while though, you can only talk to a sleeping cat for so long and look at the small screen of a laptop, so I decanted into the sitting room and sat, with legs swaddled in a  huge woolly cardigan and my top half likewise. 

After heading up to bed quite early, I happened to get up at 3 a.m. for one of my nocturnal rambles and noticed something strange through our stained glass window.  It's the only window in the house where I haven't managed to put up thick curtains as it's in a funny position and getting any sort of pole or other device up that high is beyond me.  We have a gorgeous Berber rug that we brought back from the Atlas Mountain area when we visited Morocco and it's the perfect size to cover the window, so I want to mount the rug on  a slim pole and then rig up a pulley system so I can have the rug hanging above the window at the top of our very high hallway stair well, and be able to lower it over the window when it gets cold.  I just haven't applied myself to how the pulleys should work yet but that's another story...

Our window is a great place to spot strange weather, whether it's small children and cats blowing up the road or strange white stuff dropping downwards.  Yup, on poking my head around the top landing window, all I could see where huge fat snowflakes whooshing down and settling.  The whole village had gone white  and was just beautiful.

This morning, the roads are back to tarmac colour but the thatch still has snow and bits of my garden are still covered in a thin layer of snow too. Thank goodness I kept all my baby plants in the kitchen!  I've been so eager to get outside again after my previous pot tidying session, but what a relief that I believed the little local weather widget I have on my Firefox browser - it told me I'd get snow and it was right.

Still, I have even more to look forward to now, as I had Andrew, our trusty handyman around yesterday and he moved my bench, re-sited the stone slabs it sits on to the other side of the garden, so it now looks out over the village towards the church tower.  Moving the bench to where the flower bed was meant putting a flower bed in where the bench had been, and as that's against the back end of the garage he put up some trellis so I can grow a small apple espallier and some of my sweetpeas up it.  Down the side he put up super-fine wires that can't even be seen so that I can tie things up to the wall, he managed to bury my rotary washing line holder that I had so miserably failed to get right into the ground (so was always worried I'd trip over it) and coated the conservatory with preservative.

The grass looks a bit like a quagmire, but that was bound to happen and might discourage the cat from over the road who comes over to use my garden as a convenience - must remember to reload my water gun as the only way they seem to be discouraged is to have a free colonic irrigation, courtesy of us!

Ah yes, my little garden projects and constantly hoping to see the first green sprout of my seeds is such a tonic.  I can mentally squint and not think about my hip and the long delays; even though each step I take reminds me, with pain, that it's all still there, focussing on the garden has been such a salve to my soul and kept me cheerful this week.