Yesterday afternoon I was late for the school run. My usual 3pm amble along the canal side turned literally into a run as I attempted to condense the 12 minute journey into 7 minutes. I ended up arriving at the school gates just as the first children were coming out so I wasn't technically unforgivably late, but I was very red in the face and knackered, and felt bad all the same.
And the reason for my lateness?? Violas that's what.
To be more specific, Viola Magnifico, the most delightful, cheery little five petalled flowers that ever existed. Just look at that prettiness, that cuteness, the sheer downright cheekiness of that little flower face! It had me so enraptured I lost track of time.
Yes, yesterday afternoon saw me doing a spot of gardening, and thoroughly enjoyable it was too. Nothing too arduous you understand, just a little pottering around in the afternoon sunshine, playing with flowers and moss and compost.
I decided that the time had finally come to tackle the Hanging Baskets at the front of the house. They were a total, utter disgrace. Put it this way :: if J comments on how bad something looks (and he has a reputation for never noticing anything gardeny), then I know they are really, really bad. They were bad when we moved in to the Attic24 house last winter. I distinctly remember noticing them when we viewed the house, thinking how uncared for they looked. And then when we bought the house and they became my hanging baskets, I had all sorts of plans to pretty them up. But typical of me, it only ever got so far as the planning stage. I failed to plant them in the spring with the intended pretty bulbs and then failed again in the summer to fill them with colourful summer annuals.
So during the past few days when I've been shopping, I've accompanied my fruit and veg buying with pots of pretty violas, cyclamen and ivy. I already had the moss and compost, purchased in the Spring when Good Intentions were rife.
I'm almost too embarrassed to show you the baskets that have been adorning house number 24 for the past 10 months.
Please don't think bad of me if I show you?
Ok, here goes ::
Well what can I say, except that they were the work of the previous house owner.
And I should never have left them hanging there looking so forlorn and sad for so long.
And now I fully intend to have seasonal hanging baskets to be proud of.
Wanna see how it turned out?
Quite cute eh?
And this poor, sad, neglected wall basket with a few straggly nasturtiums in it, looked over by White Bird....
....now prettied for Autumn.
And this is the third basket hanging right at eye level next to the front door. This morning I really enjoyed the surprise of seeing it when I stepped out, as I had temporarily forgotten my gardening efforts of yesterday. My memory is seriously shot through I tell you.
I just love those violas so much.
Love 'em to bits.
ps. before I forget to mention :: I LOVED all the shopping trolley opinions yesterday, oh I really loved reading your comments so very very much. Thank you for taking the time and effort to let me know your thoughts. Seems the opinion is overwhelmingly in favour, so I could soon be TRoLLiEd, I'll keep you posted!