Wandering

Throughout the night, whenever I’ve woken up, I’ve heard the sound of rain hitting the glass of our open windows & of the greenhouse not far beyond them. Today seems set to be wet. Still the rain comes down. It’s quite a contrast to what we’ve had of late. Our spare ponds are rapidly appearing.

It raises in our mind some doubts concerning the proposed garden scheme. It is suggested the whole of the garden should be raised, with added drains from near the greenhouse (site of one impromptu lake) & the garage (another occasional lake), taking the excess water to a soakaway at the far end of the garden (where exactly unspecified). We can’t help wondering if this will solve the water problem. Won’t it just move some of it to the far end, which is already pretty boggy? And what happens to the water that lands on the patio above the level of the drains, & the water that streams through, across the patio from next door? And what about the water that comes up through the ground as the water table rises? I’ve just about got the present bog garden sorted. It’s even beginning to burgeon out. A few more tweaks & it will be perfect. But that area is proposed to go & the landscaper reckons there will be no bog there anyhow so those plants wouldn’t survive the changed habitat.

Still my main focus of the day is the dinner. We’re once more using up from the freezer. It’s amazing some of the unexpected things you discover in the depths. Today I’m tackling some scallops. I’m thinking of making a tomato sauce for the scallops & serving them with some linguine. In other words we’re going Italian. My mind floats temporarily off to Italy & our recent holiday by Lake Molveno.

Our minds are constantly floating off at the moment. Neither of us is entirely happy with the garden designs suggested. As a result we’re trying to sort out a clearer image of exactly what we do want with the garden. We’ve finally clarified what to do with the patio area assuming it’s practical. It’s taken us all weekend. Now we have to sort out the rest of the garden. We keep doing one thing, watching the TV for example, when suddenly a garden idea pops into our heads & we have to stop to discuss the possibility.

Oh well I suppose such dreams are free. Trying to turn them into a reality is another matter.