Ahh August. When my interest in going out in the heat and tending to my garden wanes and the weeds take a stronghold.
My sister pointed out that the message I was sending to arriving visitors wasn’t all that welcoming and probably bad feng shui to boot. So time to put on my wellies and old leather gloves (I don’t like regular gardening gloves so I wear an old pair of cashmere lined black leather gloves) and start weeding.
Honestly I’d much rather stay inside with the airconditioning and swan about with a feather duster and do indoor activities. But it’s relatively cool outside at the moment so I best get out there.
The spiders are taking over too…
