I realise that it’s got dark outside. It’s almost nine o’clock but a combine harvester is still making its way backwards and forwards over the field next to the cottage. I can barely hear it when it’s at the far end but when it’s at this end, it’s deafening, although it must be over 100 feet away. I wish it would stop. It’s been going since just after lunch. I bet the guy driving it wants to go home for his dinner as well.
Life has changed since I left work at the end of July and I’ve been getting used to the different pace of things, which is partly why it’s been uncharacteristically long since my last post. My memory is starting to improve as I begin to feel less stressed and the days have stopped zooming by quite so fast, which is lovely. But it’s not been in the least bit quiet as I’ve been busy with the Boy, who has been here on holiday from Australia, where he’s been working for the past year. Such a joy to see him after such a long time!
Consequently at the weekend I stayed out of the way, as Spring Cottage was besieged by young people – 13 of them – and we only have two bedrooms, one of which is tiny! They managed somehow, without any of them camping, leaving behind a reasonably tidy house but a recycling nightmare. So today I grumbled my way through a wheelie bin full of randomly chucked rubbish, knowing full well that the binmen (binpersons/people?) won’t take it unless it’s sorted perfectly for recycling. Lovely… food remains several days old and lots of not quite empty beer bottles and cans to plough through. But I’m not really complaining, it doesn’t happen often and it’s been such a pleasure to have a happy son enjoying himself with all his old mates. Besides which I like nothing better than sorting things out and moaning about doing it.
Then I worked my way around the garden, ‘gently’ cutting a bit here and a bit there. And before I knew it, I’d attacked the old overgrown barrel that I’ve been meaning to deal with for months. The wood is completely rotten as I thought it would be and will shortly be replaced by a new one so that I can train something new up the trellis. There’s another barrel (also rotten) under the hedge, so I hope any wildlife living in it will make their way to new homes over there. Or perhaps I’ll move the whole thing down to the end of the garden where I don’t have to see it, beetly things and all. When I have the energy and have replaced the punctured wheelbarrow tyre, &c.
The garden is still producing some flowers, both from the cutting beds (pleasingly as I thought I’d had the last of these) and from elsewhere, particularly the herb plots. Two fuchsias, a ‘fuchsia’ coloured one and a pale pink one, are providing a bit of colour too while everything else is starting to die back or develop seeds and berries. There’s definitely a hint of autumn in the air and the slant of the light.
Oh, and I think the combine has finally finished.