I needn’t have worried about last year’s planting of ‘Tête-à-Tête’ near the stream, and whether those planted in the grass were going to struggle to get through the new turf that had been laid on top of them – if I had remembered that they often flowered later than March I might have been more patient. As it is, those now coming through the grass in their own good time but pleasing quantity are still not breaking open their buds, whilst those under the apple trees are extending their yellow counterpane on a daily basis.
The Golfer was at a brief loose end this morning so I suggested completing the repair of the bench that overlooks the above areas – the seat and backrest constructed from a slice of raw timber had been gradually rotting, easily outlived by the supports which were reincarnated gateposts from my Mum’s house.
We had bought a new piece of timber from our local woodyard some months ago, so it was a job long overdue and quickly done. A brief trial established surprisingly that it was the curved sides that were more comfortable for sitting on and against, and the seat and backrest were thus positioned and promptly affixed. Another job well done by Mr Fixit (aka the Golfer)!
The completion of the bench repair is just in time for me to sit and enjoy the emerging ‘Tête-à-Tête’ in the warm spring sunshine which I am sure will be due soon, if I can ever bring myself to sit for more than a few minutes. When not distracted by the new spring growth, the gurgle of the stream and the surrounding birdsong, I can contemplate some of Life’s as yet unanswered questions, like ” Why are some of our loganberries that I am having on my breakfast sweeter than others? Does it depend when they were picked? what the weather was like? how ripe they were?” or ” Why did this tiny egg* from one of our chickens have no yolk?”