There’s one thing you can definitely say about my blog – I never flood you with posts!
I’m a considerate blogger. I don’t bury my followers in post after post, making it hard for them to keep up with all the things happening in my life while they let things in their lives slide.
More like I just don’t always have interesting things to share. I mean, do you really care that I recently remembered that I know the words to La Marseillaise but didn’t actually know what they meant till I googled it? (Pretty bloody actually.) That I can pledge allegiance to the American flag when I’m not American? That I can quote entire scenes from Monty Python movies?
My brain is full of trivia and stuff.
Not all of it useful.
One of my workmates said she’d really like to look inside my head sometimes, but I’m sure not everyone feels that way… according to Wayne its like an explosion in an op shop in there, and he should know. He has to live with me.
There’s a million ideas and plans in there, all in a jumble. Kinda like a hard drive which saves bits of files here, there and everywhere. The main problem is finding and sorting the bits into some order, then putting realistic timeframes on them. It overwhelms me.
I’m not really good at that.
I’m great at collecting things (thank you Pinterest for giving me a backup for my brain), but not good at prioritizing.
I work in spits and spurts. I get an idea and do it. I get another idea and it remains locked in my head for years till I do something about it, if ever.
Eg: the chests of drawers I did recently which I lived with for years till I felt the need to work on them. The wardrobe (will share soon) is the same. The kitchen shelves… still in my head.
Yet sometimes I’ll get a sudden rush of blood to the head and I’ll hare off and start cutting wood and pounding nails.
And usually these spur of the moment jobs are ones that weren’t even on the To Do list.
So, since I have nothing much to say of value right now, I thought I’d share some pretty photos of the garden before things hibernate for winter.
Succulents in a rusty galvanised bucket.
Armeria in a rusty ammo box with a metal poodle.
A rusty seat with some succulents I tossed a corner near the garage.
I’m inordinately proud of my delphiniums. I got the seeds and when nothing happened I tossed the pot into the garden. A year later I got flowers!
The old wood heater from the shed is now a home for many succulents, on top and inside.