They're everywhere, these pesky brambles. Every day we sally forth armed with secateurs, rakes and wheelbarrows and stumble back to the house a couple of hours later torn to shreds and dreading that first imersion in the bath when every little scratch and cut lets you know EXACTLY where it is...............ouch!!
But things are looking better, each and every barrow load of bramble, weed and dead wood leaves the pondside that little bit clearer and we are starting to see a real difference. Today, however, I feel it is an indoor day, the skies are grey and the first spatters of rain are hitting the windows. Luckily (!!) I have lots to do, I am preparing for this months Great Haseley Farmers Market in the village hall. Lots of lavender loveliness and a few easter treats too.
I've been busy this week in every spare moment doing my annual stock take for Lavenders Blue, how did I get SO much. The only saving grace is the delicious aroma as I count the bags of pot pourri and lavender heads..............mmmmmmm.....lovely.
Our lovely little wood at the back of the house bursting with blossom.