Goodness, is it nearly Christmas already? I still feel like it must be about December 10th and I have ages to go. I also feel like I have crammed two months' worth of activities into one.
Hence I am feeling a bit...wrung out. And there's still the mountain of wrapping to do, the house tidying, last minute food shopping and cooking. This year I'm channelling Delia. Last year it was Nigella. And no, I haven't written let alone posted my cards yet....
I have been thinking about my snow-covered garden though. Primarily about my front garden. The heap of building dregs has now been deposited into a (very expensive) skip and increasingly I am finding myself daydreaming about what sort of front garden I want.
We have a very old, half dead box hedge which I think will have to come out. To be replaced by who knows what. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have it all open plan. And then I spot the mother, her two children and two incredibly badly trained dogs out for their morning stroll.
I watch her put her bag of dog crap in the skip and watch the dogs roam everywhere. And I do mean everywhere and I think "do I really want them in the front garden every morning" and so I go back to thinking of fences and the like. Or perhaps a mini hedge.
There have not been many idle moments for such daydreaming. But with the ice three inches thick out there, ungritted pavements and me wobbling about while trying to hold the hands of my little ones, I think I might be staying put and there might be {she whispers} a few slivers of time this week when I can drift off and dream....
