Spring cleaning! Or, in my case, spring de-cluttering. Again.
The story of my life.
Yesterday I tackled the linen cupboard in the bathroom, in which bedding, towels, tablecloths and patchwork quilts seem to breed over the winter. (Actually, the extra items mostly came from mother in law last year, when she moved into sheltered accommodation).
Here is just one of the piles that are being sorted – either to the local charity shop or offered to the Newbury Freecycle group (for animal bedding or fabric projects). But there are some items that will be going into a different box – the one marked “Memories”.
Though my sons are now 23 and nearly 21 years old, these
were the duvet covers and pillowcases that dressed their beds when they were very little boys. “The little man with the black hat” is the logo of the
world famous Hamley’s toy store in London and the teddy bear is – well, just a
teddy bear. Perhaps they will fit a grandchild’s bed one day – who knows?
More spring cleaning going on in the garden yesterday – I was at work down by the pond, cutting back and clearing. Here is the “Springtime” statue by the pond, surrounded by – well, springtime, in the dancing form of those lovely daffodils. Pretty, eh?
And something not so pretty. In case you get the idea that all is picture postcard perfect here at Autumn Cottage, take a look at the front cottage garden right now. Disgraceful, eh?
I’m almost too ashamed to post this picture – but I thought I
would show you what happens when there is only one pair of hands to beat
several separate gardens into submission – sometimes, they refuse to submit!
The old well has been pretty nearly demolished by ivy and golden hop (it was
rotting anyway, and needed rebuilding – it needs it a lot more now!) – and the
rest of the garden is fighting a losing battle against bramble. All I can hope
for is that some of the fairies and nymphs who quite definitely live in the
woodland opposite will take pity on me and come dig my front garden someday
(some night?) soon. Otherwise – the Day of the Triffids is only a matter of time!
To say goodnight on a more cheery note – here are “The Three Mousketeers” saying Good Morning as they do every day. Actually, Lily is saying “Where’s our breakfast?” – Pippin thinks he has already spotted it on the floor, (it was actually a fly) and Lissie is doing her usual “cold shoulder to the pesky interlopers” routine. It’s all an act – they love each other really. Honest. They really do!