In a Vase on Monday: distracted

 

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I didn’t want to miss Cathy’s In a Vase on Monday, so I’ve cheated slightly by picking, plonking, faffing and photographing these vases on Sunday evening as I’ll be up to my eyes tomorrow (today). My offerings this week are in two bargain vases that I found recently – the small green one was 50p on a bric-a-brac stall and the large stoneware pot was a charity-shop find.

Large pot: stems (with flowers mostly in bud) of an aquilegia that was growing through a lavender plant and had to be removed; a few stems of the fabulous, dry-shade-loving grass Luzula nivea which is flowering away; a few sprigs of Geranium macrorrhizum (unknown variety); and some Erigeron karvinskianus which is, yet again, going bonkers on the front steps. I do so love this plant.

Small pot: shorter stems of  Erigeron karvinskianus and some thyme flowers – we planted a few clumps of thyme last spring by the raspberry canes and they’ve formed a lovely carpet which is covered with these pretty flowers right now. They smell delicious.

In other news, I am turning into a house slut and an all-round slovenly slattern (is that tautology? Oh well). I’ve been wearing the same pair of jeans for days, complete with soil marks on the thighs where I’ve been wiping my hands and a rip in the left knee where I kneel down to weed, plant or inspect. There are no clean glasses in the cupboard or mugs on the shelf and dishes are piled high next to the sink. There are dust balls of pet hair gathering in the floor corners and dead flies on the window sills (I wiped one away just before I photographed the vases). The ironing mountain was teetering on the brink of collapse on Saturday, so when I said in my last post that I had the remainder of my weekend ‘at leisure’, it didn’t quite turn out like that (when does it ever?).

Why this state of affairs? It’s May! Turn your back on the garden for five minutes and you miss something. There is far too much to be doing outdoors. Also, I’m the only one who notices, cares and generally cracks and does something about the mess inside. The more sensible parents among you will have instilled a healthy ‘helping around the house’ ethic among your brood at a young age. Mine have to be asked, reminded, nagged, then shouted at to do anything, so I often don’t bother. I know… My own fault… As a result, our house is not as spick and span as it could be.

It’s not going to get any better this week as I have two books to proof read in super-quick time and, of course, I’ll have my eldest for company whose idea of clearing up is putting his mugs, glasses and plates on a table outside his bedroom door. His next exam is on Friday, so until then we’ll be working and ignoring the mess together. Have a great week.