Archives for the month of: June, 2015

After a shaky start, Manchester’s version of June seems to finally have attained the correct sunshine levels. We are all emerging, blinking, into the bright light and zinging colours.

Check out, for example, the view that Lotus woke up to this morning:

View from the cat's door

View from the cat’s door

What a treat! I hope she’s grateful.

And as you might remember, our utility room glazed door is visible as soon as you enter the house from the front:

View from the back door

View from the back door

Somehow with the sunshine, the colours in the garden burst out, a little like someone had got trigger happy with the brightness contrast sliders on Photoshop. (Which I haven’t, it’s simply natural).

#nofilter

#nofilter

I’m actually showing off this side of the garden because the other side, more functionally, is a football pitch. Whereas in the house we tend to merge our form and function elements so that useful items are also beautiful, the garden demonstrates a more segregated approach of ball-game-yin aside herbaceous-border-yang.

Games-side of the garden. Adjudicating their own boules game, earlier in the Springtime

Business side of the garden. Adjudicating their own boules game, earlier in the springtime

Whilst I appreciate the usefulness of the pitch, I have to say that the flower beds fill me with more of a sense of calm and well-being. This is good news, because I doubt that the flower beds feel this way. They have withstood quite a barrage of mis-directed shots to flourish so abundantly. I feel we could market these supershrubs as the true survivors of the garden world.

Only the strong survive

Only the strong survive

Wielding a broom. The red plant in the foreground has blossomed oblivious to penalty knock-backs

The red plant in the foreground – broom – has blossomed oblivious to penalty knock-backs

The swanky trellis which features in many an urban garden also serves to deflect missiles back onto the pitch, reducing our neighbours’ ball-retrieval duties by I’d guess around 80%.

Wall trellis saves many a lost football

Wall trellis saves many a lost football

If this weather continues, we’ll have to demand our table back from the little seedlings and strawberry plants currently squatting atop. Yesterday’s barbecue was fun sitting on the picnic rug but I don’t think that setting would suit a more formal occasion.

Potting shed al fresco

Potting shed al fresco

Let’s hope June continues with such a positive attitude. Things do look so much better in the sun.

Glorious sun picks out the colours

Glorious sun picks out the colours

What do you do when you’re trying to ignore an important job that needs to be done? Something like a tax return or a large project that you really should get started on?

Everyone has their displacement activities: I practise my flute diligently or cook complex and time-consuming meals. Tim tidies.

It occurred to me that in fact, one person’s important job could well be another person’s displacement activity. I hate tidying, and will find practically anything to do rather than that, but Tim is drawn to it like a magnet.

So much so, that this has happened:

When there's a job to be done... hundreds of others will be done first (Ancient Domestic Proverb)

When there’s a job to be done… hundreds of others will be done first (Ancient Domestic Proverb)

Yes. A number of the shelves have been arranged by gradated colour. We have fiction books, non-fiction books and CDs. So far.

There are downsides to living with a very tidy person, but that’s for another day. Let’s celebrate the ordered mind with this lovely creation.

And again, I believe we can put those wallpaper plans on hold.

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