Lately, I'm sick of the sound of my own voice. Moaning on about my first world issues. Busy, overstretched, petty irritations. It's all such minor stuff.

Nothing that will have left the slightest ripple a few years from now. It's good to step away from all of it. To reframe and refocus on higher things.

I've always had a great deal of admiration for people with a grand plan. Something on a large scale, requiring vision and tenacity. Beautiful gardens are a prime example. To take a piece of bare earth and have a vision of it so many years from now that it is worth investing in the saplings which will one day be the pefect pleached hornbeams, framing a game of boules.

To keep in mind, through the daily grind of weeding and watering, the vista of your imagination.
But still, in the midst of achieving the master plan, to take pleasure in the small details and the happenstance beauty.
It was a cold day yesterday, drizzly, with that low cloud and strange milky light we do so well in Britain. Not really vintage garden photography weather. But still, the soul of
Hidcote shone through.
It was good to walk and chat and soak in the green.
Perhaps my normal voice might even be back. The one which doesn't whinge and whine.
Thank you,
Sue - a good suggestion. A green day was the perfect tonic.