Even without me there to guide it, the garden just carries on making its own kind of beautiful. Not trimmed and weeded and gracefully designed, to be sure, but alive. Alive and dying and insisting on survival. I'm not sure I've ever seen how a cauliflower flowers before? Or those architectural wondernesses on top of a spring onion, the way my daisy is turning to see a lot like a sunflower does, and cobwebs of course, cobwebs are always magnificent. Laziness has few enough rewards, but the surprises of a neglected garden are most definitely among them.
A few weeks ago Sue tagged me in a blog meme on listing small pleasures. 10 of them exactly, because we all know that lists 0f 10 are more authoritative than lists of 9, or 6 or 14. I haven't been tagged in anything for a very long time, so that was a small pleasure in itself.
TEN SMALL PLEASURES
- Writing headings in bold caps. It's like clearing your throat in a room full of people to whom you are about to give a Very Impressive speech.
- Tea and cake.
- Sitting in a cafe with my sister in the rare times we are in the same city at the same time, talking about everything and nothing and realising hours have passed and we still have everything and nothing left to talk about. With tea and cake.
- Picking something from my garden. Anything. A rose, a few stems of thyme, leeks for the soup, cabbage for the coleslaw. You'd think I was a self-sufficient planet-saving uber-hipster cool farming person with the amount of satisfaction it brings me.
- Being outwitted by my kids. Don't tell them I like it.
- Making Warren laugh. To everyone else my humour is mostly annoying/stupid/obscure, but he thinks I'm hilarious. Unless all these years he's been laughing at me, rather than with?
- Buying new things. Which is one reason (in a thousand) I will never actually be that self-sufficient planet-saving uber-hipset cool farming person.
- Making pictures. With a brush, with a camera, with words, any way I can make a picture I'll do it. I think I'm just a very large and very old toddler playing in the dirt who just wants to show you the exciting discovery of a stone (flower, pebble, worm, leaf) she has found.
How about you? What are your small pleasures?