An unexpected but obviously very welcome glut of sunny days has made me lose track of time in the garden, resulting in a mad rush to finish this blog post. How I ever managed to consistently post every four days while simultaneously working full time, I'll never know.
If there's one thing I've learned this past year it's to live life at a slightly slower pace, although it has also created the opportunity to fine-tune my procrastination habit to an almost professional level! It's a thin line to walk, especially as I've still got to work for my money, and a return to full-time employment is looming on the horizon.
For now, I'm happy as it is - even if there is room for improvement - and I'm making the most of all the days I've got left on which time is my own to do with as I please.
For the sake of this blog, I am backtracking to last week, starting with Tuesday the 11th of May. Although the temperature was nudging 20°C, the sun only paid us the briefest of visits, waving us goodbye before the morning was over.
As that week's Thursday, my other non-office, would be a public holiday and consequently everything would be closed or far too busy, it was a toss-up between the charity shop and the garden centre on Tuesday.
In the end, we decided to do both, starting with a visit to the three-floor charity shop in nearby Duffel.
The clothing rails were choc-a-bloc and I dithered over a couple of things, in the end only buying this handmade vintage dress offering a veritable explosion of Summer flowers on a teal background.
Ok, I also bought a mustard cardigan and a pair of slouchy trousers, but they weren't exciting enough to merit photographing.
On to the garden centre, where a handful of annuals and two perennials ended up in our trolley, together with a Sweet Pea plant (Lathyrus odoratus). I love Sweet Peas, and each year I vow to grow some from seed, lack of space on a sheltered windowsill usually putting paid to my plans.
Back at home we had lunch, after which I wasted no time in planting them in a big terracotta pot, where they are allowed to scramble upon a wigwam I cobbled together from old bamboo canes, one of which topped with a blue ceramic heart. At its feet, I planted the delightfully named Calibrachoa ‘Good Night Kiss’ (bottom left), more commonly known as Million Bells.
I refrained from using red throughout as an accent colour for my accessories, only picking a red beaded necklace, and adding a belt and bird brooch in butterscotch yellow.
As the temperature had dropped by the time we made the outfit photos at the end of the day, I quickly threw on my chartreuse mid-length open cardigan, which I think doesn't look bad at all.
Back to that morning's gardening, for which I pulled a pair of purple striped Pipi Longstocking socks over my tights and wore my charity shopped purple plaid ankle wellies and old IKEA denim gardening apron. Into the latter's generous front pocket hides a myriad of items such as my gardening gloves, pieces of string and my trusty pair of secateurs.