I just realised my last blog post was on October 4th..
In the meantime my dad’s cancer has returned and is now considered terminal. The doctors guessed at a time from ranging from 2 years to very soon. This is perhaps the main reason why blogging hasn’t really been at the forefront of my mind lately.
In stead we convinced my parents to move to the new house ASAP, so last weekend we pooled the family resources and got the job done. Back-breaking work, but the end result was gorgeous, and that’s what matters. It will be a good home for them while my dad lasts, and after that it will also work well for my mother on her own.
It was a tough weekend, and not much to do with gardening with one exception: I got home with another suitcase full of perennials from the old garden. A large clump of hostas, a good few winter asters, some evening primroses – both plants and seeds – and a single unidentified rose. (And a half-knit jumper for one of my nephews that my mother can’t face finishing, so I promised her I’d get it done for her before Christmas.)
So there. A hectic and taxing month. And November looks quite busy as well, with two trips to Scotland, a myriad of social engagements and of course the hope of getting around to readying the garden for winter.