So where was I? Ah, yes, flowers. Plenty of them. The glorious summer that was 2013 gave me the cutting garden that I've always dreamed of.
I have had literally vaseful after vaseful of them for the last six months. I give them away by the bucketload and I can make an impromptu gift at the snip of my scissors.
I have done barely any crafting; no quilting or sewing at all, a little crochet in an attempt to get through the stash and last week as I felt the season had changed for sure, I cast on a pair of socks. All my time has been spent outdoors, and I have loved every minute of it.
Back in July, my allotment looked relatively tidy and was just starting to give me fruit and vegetables on a regular basis.
Then it went slightly mad. This is how it looked last week:
I could be working down there and be completely hidden from view. This weekend saw the start of the big tidy up, but let's talk about that another time.
When I wasn't outside in my own patch, I managed to grab a couple of weekends away camping and a trip to the Moreton Show, where I came away dreaming of livestock and wonderful different breeds of poultry. Ok, so maybe not this splendid chap!
Other days have been spent with friends and just generally catching up.
Now the nights are drawing in and I find myself craving the cosy side of crafting again. And that is a very good thing as I have been thrilled to work on an exciting project that will be revealed at the end of the week.
Oh, did I mention my dahlias? I'm in love.
