It is Sunday night and for the first time (in more time then I care to remember), I am tired after spending time in the garden doing physical activity. Nothing beats the feeling of putting your feet up at the end of the day after you have really achieved something.
I have been working on three gardens this weekend. One garden has the straw bales seasoned and it has just been sown with beautiful flower seeds. I did start planting them out in a careful pattern, but sowing seed is harder then it looks as some where so tiny, so as usual the great plan was thrown over to a more adhoc system. Another garden has had the straw bales laid out and it will be planted with peas and beans, its seasoning process has begun. The other garden has been planned and the plants ordered, it will be a 17 metre long rose garden, under-planted with lavender and catmint. We have chosen mostly old fashioned scented roses going from a deep red, through the pinks to white. You have no idea how much fun it is to order 19 roses at once.
During the week I stayed at a friend’s house, she is an amazing cook and adores all things mid-century. I bought her some local produce and she displayed them in her new Lucie Kaas bowls. This is her picture, but I loved the composition so much I had to draw it. It shows three things close to her heart, great produce, great design and her kitchen. What’s not to love.