Archive for August, 2011
Somewhat Slack
I just clicked on my blog and realised it is over a month since I posted anything. How can that have happened? Apologies – not somewhat, but very, slack of me.
As always, there is no excuse other than being totally preoccupied by weddings and weeding. I have taken on significantly more weddings this year than ever before and I am still prone to the odd night of “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!” fear and thoughts of whether it would actually be that indefensible to just pack up and emigrate (any future brides reading this, don’t panic – my passport’s run out). That usually happens on what I have come to think of as Wobbly Wednesday*, although thankfully it is happening less and less and, so far (don’t jinx it), there have been no disasters.
The other thing constantly nagging away at me is the weeding. Everything seems less important. Horticulturally speaking, it may not be as vital as you’d think – the flowers seem to grow just as well in weedy beds as in neat, tidy ones – but that’s not the point. The weeding acts as a barometer of how I am doing. A weed-free bed delights me – I feel on top of things, organised, competent and in control. It empowers me. It makes me want to do more, better. Messy beds and unstaked, unpicked flowers make me want to curl up and howl. I become paralysed by a sense of there being so much to do that there’s no point doing anything. I start doubting my abilities, talk myself out of doing anything positive and usually end up going home, where I lie on the sofa for a couple of hours berating myself for not being at the field working. And so it goes on…
So, anyway, the point of telling you all that (probably unwisely) is to explain why blogging has fallen down the list a bit. I shall try and put some pictures on occasionally but you will have to forgive me if I don’t write much. A few photos from recent weddings to mollify you:
* That awful day when it’s too early to do anything constructive but near enough to the Big Rush to feel you really ought to be doing something – anything.





