No ketchup was involved in the writing of this post. I just like the silly alliteration.
I miss my round-up photos from France, the ones where I’d post a few photos, some scant words would be written and away I go. Besides I need somewhere to empty my head, share what I’ve seen and thought.
I’ve been trying to be a bit more structured in my blogging – a post on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Apparently structure and routine is what we are “supposed” to do in terms of blogging. I don’t generally like doing what I’m supposed to do. I’m finding it a little dull. Restrictive. A tad dry.
I need a bit of zest, some life, some colour. To be me. I need to find my own way, what fits me, what sits comfortably. A bit looser, more freefall, a soupcon of random and see where I end up.
So I think I should start again, no radical overhauls required, just a look around and see where I am. Based in St Leonards on Sea, in my own kitchen and in the garden and on the allotment – when it’s not raining. Life on the S E Coast with the occasional foray to the bright lights of London and Brighton.
There is always something happening, something to see, something eaten, seeds sown, plants growing or failing miserably, sights and sounds of my daily life, walks taken, coffee drank.
The routine of life at home is starting to click in, a bit of yoga (must do more I’m feeling sluggish), creating new work so I can manage to keep myself in new garden forks, the odd stroll along the prom on a nice sunny evening (they have been rarities so far), meals with friends, staring into the freezer looking for inspiration or considering what REALLY needs using – we are heading into a lull on the allotment with the new seasons food stil growing, but then there are always old favourites to cook and sometimes the energy to tempt us into new treats.
There is still catch up in the kitchen, garden, allotment and life. But mostly I’m shuffling. Taking seed packets out of their storage tins and boxes, and into compost. Moving them onto windowsills to catch the warmth. Moving plants from window sills to temporary outdoor homes and onto final planting. It’s plant shuffle time.
I think my brain needs a shuffle too – to get into the swing of life at home, of work, of living.
You see, I do need to empty my head!
I think tomorrow we need to get out and about on the allotment, go walkabout, have a wander and a ponder, see what’s growing and chat about our little community of gardeners.