With the caravan gone it's opened up an enormous space in our backyard...I keep looking at the gap left and trying to remember the time before we installed the 'van and honestly can't. It'd become a bit of an eyesore, especially since we've put the sheds in place, small touring 'vans covered in green algae are not terribly attractive at the best of times, whereas our little wooden sheds, which are so in keeping with their surrounds of Willow trees and rambling roses seem to blend right in...
We're pleased we offered it to Jamie because he didn't have any space to call his own...he's been sharing a room with Jack and Alex who are both considerably younger than he. I know children were used to sharing a bed with their siblings, never mind a room, but times have changed and teenagers do really need a personal space to fill with coffee mugs growing interesting sorts of mould and iffy magazines tucked away from Mum's prying eyes...
The Argos man 'phoned this afternoon to say Teresa and Reuben's futon is being delivered in a weeks' time...so that's good...they'll have something to sleep on come May.
Himself has spent the afternoon putting the flower pots in some sort of order around my shed and has begun the paving stone path to the door...and he put the Buddhist Prayer Flags that Max sent me up across the door where they flutter in the wind...I have one really big pot I shall sow the Sweet Joe Pye Weed seeds in...they were another gift from Max.
Sweet Joe Pye was a Native American who was skilled in the art of healing...he met with an immigrant who had kidney stones and was suffering from dreadful pain. Using a concoction of the herb, which later bore his name, he was able to cure the White man and in gratitude he named the plant...Sweet Joe Pye. It's also known as Gravel Root..reflecting its ability to dissipate stones.
I did have some plants once...they are tall and bushy with pink flowers but I think Himself strimmed them into oblivion. He can't do that if plants are growing in pots...
And I spent some of the afternoon stuffing my dolls arms and making her pantelettes...she hasn't a head nor have I sewn her arms on...but she does have fancy knickers.
Those stuffing forks I was making a fuss about? They are specifically for what is known as Art Dolls...not the soft cuddly rag-dolls that children love but rather extreme dolls with very thin arms and legs dressed in outlandish costumes or clothes...not for playing with, but as a collectors piece. I'm using chopsticks for the moment which are ok...but the stuffing collects into lumps and then you have to fish it all out and begin again...
I wanted something slightly challenging and different to make and they are certainly challenging...it's taken me three days to make and stuff her legs and I swear one thigh is bigger than the other...though I suppose it won't be noticed when she has her fancy knickers on...
And you had suggestions for storage for which I thank you...we've bought some of those funny bags that you suck the air out with the vacuum cleaner and they work well...and there was the Cranberry juice...Himself likes it and is drinking much more as a result. He went back to the Doctor this morning and needs to go for another blood test, but is gradually getting back on his feet...
There are a couple of photos of the caravan going and one of the inside of T's and Reuben's shed with the hardboard in place on the walls...they're going to put that laminate flooring down with a couple of my rag rugs on top...I showed Jonny what they've done so far and he said it looks like a proper little house.
Time, I think, to begin peeling potatoes and such like....