I’m such a fair weather blogger or maybe the opposite of that. I feel at home posting when everything’s going wrong but the past couple of weeks have been really good and I have realised just how much I love the place I live.
My house is starting to look how I want it (if you remove the clutter, but let’s be realistic here!).
I have some beautiful parks close by, perfect to escape with a crazy four year old to burn off some energy.
I have some gorgeous National Trust properties close by, and now I’m a member we have free reign of all of them.
My town hosts some amazing events, food festivals, Thai festivals, film festivals, chocolate festivals and next month a chilli festival!
I have some amazing independent restaurants, cafes and bars to eat and drink.
I have a great network of friends and when I finally get my bum in a gear a great network to support small businesses.
We also have one of the largest castles in England which means the town in steeped in history and William Shakespeare resided in a town not far away.
Sometimes you’re just too busy dashing around to actually notice the things around you and I have recently realised just how lucky I am to live here. I ❤️ Warwickshire. (The tourist board can pay me later)
I’m starting to wonder whether there is a gardening gene that didn’t get passed on to me??
My parents definitely have it. Dad more so that mum, but I think it may have been a recessive gene. Fought off by the ‘love of magazines’ gene or the ‘gift wrapping’ gene.
This is the first spring I’ve had a garden and at first glance I love it! I’m currently sitting on the patio drinking my morning coffee (Hope the neighbours don’t mind seeing me in my dressing gown!). But did you know that gardens need work doing to them?
The grass needs to be mowed on a bi-daily basis from what I can gather, if you don’t want it to suddenly look like a scene from the Jungle Book.
Things need taking up at specific times or putting in at specific times.
Bushes need pruning (I giggled to myself then 😂).
Climbers need tying back
and to top it off I have to go on pooh patrol before venturing out as Sophie has not found a specific ‘spot’ yet for number 2’s and is obviously testing out every square foot of ground to see what feels best!
I have bought or been given all the tools for this ‘hobby’ (read full time job) and hoped I would turn into some green fingered, nature loving, ‘The Good Life’ type of woman but it has not yet happened. Is this one of those practice makes perfect type things? Because frankly, I haven’t got the time!
I AM debating painting my shed pink but I’m not quite sure that’s my top priority!
Well, I better get on with it, I stupidly organised a birthday BBQ for me next weekend and so far have no BBQ, no outside table to put the food on and no food to put on the hypothetical BBQ! Who says I take on too much!?!