Funny, for the first time in the history of me growing things, that I should get so excited over flower seeds - I am definitely on 'team veg' when it comes to the world of horticulture, only really choosing the seeds or bulbs that promised the biggest, brightest or craziest of fruits. Given, however, that I am going to have a bee colony on my backyard farm I thought it best I get to grips with flowers and try to recognise that they are just as important to this new edible garden as any purple sprouting broccoli may be.
Of course I've opted for the most exotic, intricate looking blooms I could find... they're something I can't even pronounce but they have vivid dark petals and lovely, protruding yellow trumpets burgeoning with nectar, so thought they would be a good start. There was method in my madness too though - they're hardy perrenials so should, with any luck, come back every year without much effort on my part! I like a lot of 'bang for my buck' so what I've bought plus some luxurious looking peonies should get the ball rolling in the right direction.
It's all these little decisions that are taking up most of our time at the minute. What colour should this wall be? What type of flooring shall we have in here? Papered or plastered? It's right what they say, the devil is in the detail. With things moving way too fast for our income to cope, we're making spur of the moment decisions and I can only cross my fingers and hope that they are the right ones. We are so focused on doing The Keep Justice and making sure our own stamp is well and truly marked on it that I sometimes wonder if we should dress up like war veterans and paste ourselves on the walls -vintage, quirky and an expression of ourselves - exactly the look we are going for!
We made the decision to collect some of our things from the lock up and move them over to The Keep so that, when the actual move in day arrives, we wont have that much 'stuff' to shift. We collected the vegetable trugs, some garden gates we'd (thankfully) had the forethought to keep and of course the all important chicken shed. The item that really struck me though, as it was hauled through the doorway on what was an incredible rainy day, was our new oven.
The oven was gifted to us by my old employer, it's a modern range and I fell in love with it the minute I started working for him. He closed his doors one sad day last year but he gave me the oven as a farewell - I know, what a legend. It has been in storage ever since. So to see it even near the kitchen in it's untouched glory was a bit mind boggling. I, G, the woman who has spent the last 18 months living with family and in half way houses, has an oven, a real life oven with which to cook and it is pending instalment in a brand new kitchen which is also mine... It was one of those moments where something twigs and you think 'oh crap I forgot I'm an adult' and I have a mortgage and I do adult things like own an oven'.
I can't imagine what I'm going to be like when I get to buy knives and forks...
With so much going on I think I may start posting in picture form - mad snapshots of the daily craziness that this project provides. One most assuredly should be of myself and the plasterer dancing to his odd Romanian music with wall scrapers held aloft in place of cans of beer... It's definitely been educational this little journey!
Have a pleasant week all.
Come rain or shine, it'll still be mine.
G
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