This week we tackled a wedding arch in the bitter wind and a smattering of rain. Our weapons? Astilbe ‘Erika’, ‘Washington’ and ‘Paul gaardner’, woolly slippers and a tiny kitten.
As ombre is so in right now, we teetered on the edge of stools to fan the astilbe from maroon to white, while the arch rocked in the wind and Spook lazily watched on. The tiny kitten proved to be a useless weapon.
‘All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.’ With Alfred Lord Tennyson’s words in mind, we dragged the arch into the laneway to contemplate all of life’s possibilities.
Then ended up playing with the tiny kitten.