I think it's pretty funny that we both have horse photos to put up. We're not really horse people. I like them well enough, but I will not ride one. My sister used to be a horse girl, she had Timmy but I'll leave that as a story for her to tell because it was, ahem, before my time. I am the younger sister.
And now, I'm more than half way between forty-five and fifty. That hill she talks about? I''ll let you know if I notice it.
I am married to someone I've known since I was eighteen, too bad about the pesky 25 year hiatus where we didn't know what we could have had and got on with our lives separately, in separate parts of the country, couple of dummies. We'll be married five years this July. We have no children, we had a dog and now we have a blue fish. Really, I have the fish, Barry has a motorcycle.
Today marks the day I start officially spending more time in the back garden than I do in the house. After weeks of grass seeding, planting, mulching, tree trimming and organizing, my backyard space is ready to be lived in. And in the nick of time, it is hot and humid, but as always, there is a breeze which makes it the most comfortable yard you would want to spend time in. Over there is the reading nook under one of the big maples, a couple of comfy chairs with stools, a table for your drink. It is beside the rose garden where the roses are heavy with buds, it's also near enough to the potting shed that if you want, you can plug your lazy old laptop with the short-lived battery in and do some reading and writing. Or you can lie on the chaise, put your head on the blue pillow and take a nap. Today, I sat there and started a new book, it's still lying on the table beside the pot of pansies.
At this moment, I'm sitting at the table, the umbrella is up even though the sun has moved round to the front of the house. I can see the laundry on the line and my pots of herbs and flowers. I found these delightful miniature gerbera daisies and have planted them in vintage pots picked up at antique stores and yard sales. Later, we'll talk about favourite things and wonderful finds, but for now, welcome to the second post by the second sister.
Oh and that outfit that I am wearing? I recall that not only did I have yarn tying my hair back, but my top was really a dress that I had outgrown, it was candy cotton pink, polyester and had, not real smocking but that stitching across the bodice that was done with stretchable thread! I have no earthly idea what I was wearing on the bottom (probably black pants made from some frightening fibre like crimpalene) but the too small dress explains the 3/4 length sleeves.
1972.
I was 12.
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