I do love a giant fibreglass ice cream. We're having an odd time right now, after the DIY but while things are still uncertain, fluctuating, yet-to-be-decided. Cafes help, and we're spending a lot of time drinking tea and pondering the future. In the absence of a crystal ball we're just having to take a deep breath and trust everything will be ok.
I'd forgotten how good it feels to do something ordinary. Just sitting in the garden, de-stalking gooseberries. No painting, decorating, running to the DIY shop, running around the countryside looking at houses. Just sitting still, chopping, thinking of jam.
I'm leaving the redcurrants on the bush this year. I dont particularly like eating them, and they look ever so pretty out there. Feels like a waste, but beauty is a yield too, right?