Time to spend in the garden is a rare commodity lately. I've been busy at work. We've moved offices and, in the middle of moving, had our 4 yearly performance audit. John is slowly recovering from his surgery, but had a major setback when he strained his back a couple of weeks ago. My son has been working 6 days per week lately and will be until Christmas, so can only help occasionally.....and, of course, Missy is a supervisor not a labourer - so the garden is definitely not at its best. If I sound a bit depressed by it all .... well I am.
Life at present reminds me of the frog in a pot of water. It is said that if you slowly turn up the heat the frog won't notice until it's too late.
I don't believe it.
I would hope I'm smarter and I jump before it gets too hot.
We've had a real estate agent come to give advice on selling and have begun looking at options to move somewhere smaller with less upkeep.
I love Missy's Garden and don't really won't to leave, but I don't want to see it deteriorate either.
No decisions have been made yet, but the water is certainly getting uncomfortably hot.
Perhaps I just need a bit of a rest.