life with booyaa

i don't know why i find it so surprising that i 'hibernate' over winter and come back out to play in the spring. i eat stodgy food and i stay at home. i don't garden, i don't blog, in fact i don't do anything much. then spring arrives and my eating habits change. i enjoy meeting up with friends. i yearn to be outside. makes you wonder how we ever managed to outgrow our caves, since really we still follow the basic, instinctual ways that are imprinted in our deepest, unreachable selves. awesome.

we moved house earlier this year. a huge factor in deciding which flat to choose was having a garden.

we're so pleased we chose this flat. it's lovely. light and modern and although a little small, it feels like home.

but... turns out that the garden is based on terrible, rubble-filled soil. the grass struggles to grow and the border i decided to create to soften the harsh, tall fence panels, is full of concrete for the fence posts. there's an ancient sycamore tree in one corner which drops yuck all over all year round. early spring you get sap. later you get a kind of catkin. then you get the keys. in autumn, the leaves drop to form a thick, soggy carpet of yellow across the whole garden, pots and all. it's awful. and the tree trunk gets in the way of the ideal location for the lovely shed we bought. anyway.