With so much to do in the garden and so little time, we’re continuing to look for easy wins to make us feel like we’re making progress and relatively on top of things. We’re not. But for every pot planted and small area of a patio weeded, we afford ourselves a quick tea break and gentle pat on the back.
I love a simple sewing project. Something whereby the results belie the limited skill and knowledge that I actually possess. The desire to create is there but the time to practise, often not. Sitting down at a sewing machine makes me feel all creative but straight lines don’t come naturally to me and my dream of knocking up a chic little shift dress is potentially an unobtainable one.
Having lived the majority of my adult life in a city centre apartment with a small balcony and then in a new build house with only a marginally bigger outdoor space, it’s safe to say that my gardening skills are somewhat lacking. Even naming flowers is a stretch for me. Pretty? Yes. Identifiable? Hmm, not really.