Thursday, 26 May 2022

Accompanied By Roses.

 A colourful encounter.



The rose guardians of the vines are in full bloom. 
In the olden days the vintners would plant rose bushes at the end of a row of vines in order to see if the row was healthy. Rose blooming, wine looming...











The yellow bunch are nice and alert to this temperate start to a public holiday.













A wilder sort of rose shining among its supporting blades of urban wilderness. 













Isn't this bunch delightful? So many budding beauties awaiting to shine and bedazzle us.













An orange rose ensconced by a green support crew.
Still learning how to display its floral beauty it nonetheless looks pretty as  picture.


Biggi

Wednesday, 25 May 2022

A Whole New Wardrobe!

 The hidden gems of our barn.


We do it every year, actually twice a year. First from winter to summer and then reverse. Yes, we un-clog our wardrobe and basically swap warm for cool and vica verca.

It is amazing how much stuff we accumulate. Even though we don't buy a lot of new stuff, we do like to go to the charity shops and when we do and find something fun, we buy. So, despite not wanting to get bogged down by too much stuff, we are. Especially the winter wardrobe. What with jerseys, jackets and woolen extras, the shelves fill to capacity.

Yesterday we ( actually Bob! ) went to get our summer box from the barn. A big container where our summer clothes whiled away the winter months. Luckily, not any worse for wear apart from a need to be put into the washing machine. Done, and done.

It is amazing what little treasures we unearth once we swap our seasonal clothes. It feels as though we had bought new clothes, only clothes that fit nicely and that we like. I do make a point of throwing worn-out anythings out. We all have them and often we find it difficult to let go. Better if the spouse does the sorting, and even better if done while Bob's at work....what he doesn't see, he doesn't miss, he doesn't know.

Now and again he will look for something and get a bee in his bonnet that I have tossed it out and will go through every nook and cranny in our house...only to find it at the bottom of his side of the wardrobe or in the seasonal container. Okay, there might have been times where I did throw an item of his away, but you know, men do get so overly attached to t-shirts that tend to have been chewed by moths and the like. 

Well, the old adage of  ' out of sight, out of mind '  is so true. Both of us had forgotten a lot of the clothes that we had stored in the barn and are over the moon to have a lot of ' new ' pieces to wear...

Biggi