Where have I been?

Searching.

Searching for the right doctor, for the ultimate chocolate muffin recipe, for a pink button for a shirt I found at the back of the wardrobe,  for a house, for a land, for a miracle cure to shock my endocrine system into fully functioning, for happiness.

Always searching. And whatever I am searching for might be right in front of me. Just have to let it go and it will come to me. Or so they say. Which I believe in.

So I took a few days off.  Search is off.

So cold, what is going on with the weather? The plan was to finish my driving licence renewal ( which I did in less than half an hour, not normal , but than again I’ve asked the angels to help us ) then drive home, and walk to the ice cream parlour for my pistachio  ice cream. Was even going to get my well deserved and long ago promised mother’s day flowers into the hanging basket.

But it is less than 10 C, all I want to do is get into a tub full of hot bubbly water and soak with a glass of shiraz. Missed it.

Spent the past 3 days up in the mountain, where due to the heavy rainfall and the high ground water level our sewage tank is full, so soaking in the tub was out of the question.

We had a long, hard working weekend. With my niece staying with us for the first part. Tried to please everyone, so came inside at regular intervals to cook, first breakfast, then lunch, then dinner.
Highly unusual of me. I tend to get so busy in the garden, totally forget about time. Don’t even notice when it is getting dark, only my son’s calling my name can get my attention.

These are busy times in my enchanted garden. Weeds are growing faster then my geraniums, Astillbes fighting for their lifes , peonies crying for some more light.

My biggest challenge was to find the asters we’ve planted last autumn amongst the gigantic woodland weeds.

The new shipment had arrived. Mostly the anemones which were due last fall, but were advised not to plant them that late in the season. Got some more Echinaceas (Tomato Soup) and a few others.

Sadly just a few Geranium Sirak, even though I’ve ordered over a 100. I am absolutely obsessed with them. They look gorgeous with their lilac coloured flowers, when it is in full bloom, it looks like a purplish pink carpet snaking down next to the path.

Worked hard, but still so much to do. When you almost crawl on all fours at the end of the day, and getting up to your bedroom poses a serious challenge, than you know you overdid it.

Which I did, as I do always. Can’t help it. Cannot stop till the work is done. So glad I don’t work in the corporate world. For someone else.

I set my own pace. Though one  thing I had to realise. Other people work at their own speed, which is not my speed. Frustrating.
Although not as frustrating as our house/land hunting.

The land we thought was the dream plot turned out not to be. It was way too steep. The top part was big enough to build a house and a pool on it, but the rest ??? Lets just say that we could easily do an artificial ski slope for M. to practice on.

Ok, I know that they’ve been doing terraced gardens for the last couple of hundreds, even thousand years. With a few retaining walls we could have done it.

But imagine walking up to the house on 60+ steps with your heavy shopping bags from the car . Which might be fun now, and thinking of it as great thigh exercise, might not be pleasant after a few years, especially for A. He hates stairs anyway.
So we are back to square one. Me searching, A. waiting for my finds. Got 6 weeks to come up with something.

The dream plot.

Almost flat ( dreaming in Sitges, I know). big enough for the house and pool and a decent size garden. South facing with uninterrupted sea view, within walking distance to the beach . And lets not forget the price. Must be a bargain.

One can always hope.
P.s.: Changed my mind. Going to have ice ream . And then my hot bath.