Love in the time of Lockdown
Times are weird.
When I got married and moved to the UK, it was obviously with the understanding that it would be for better or for worse, but I IN NO WAY expected Brexit followed immediately by a pandemic leading to a lockdown. It's a good thing I like this guy. (I do. A lot.)
Now, ever since we moved into La Palmerosa V2, Himself and I have both spent a lot of time in theoretical planning about getting our back garden sorted and things planted so we could start to embrace our inner Urban Homesteader.
Himself: "We could plant vegetables!"
Me: "Yes!"
H: "And get chickens!"
M: "No!"
H: ...
M: ...
H: "But...chickens."
M: "It's a rental and we can't have pets."
Lather, rinse, repeat.
This whole lockdown thing, though, has kicked us into high gear.
When we first moved in, we had to Indiana Jones our way through the back since the previous tenant...wasn't much for the upkeep, shall we say. It was too late in the season and we had too much going on in our lives to really get anything in for winter/early spring harvesting, then, but we managed to at least keep most of the weeds at bay.
Long ago last month we fired up the conversation again, and had reached the point of finally beginning to commence to think about what to plant when The Virus hit Earth. So we planned faster.
And then we were mandated to work from home, with the lockdown hard on its heels. So we ordered some seeds, picked up some new garden tools, and got to work.
Thus begins Gardenssaga, a story in many parts (with visual aids) about How We Tamed The Wilds of Tooting and Grew Some Stuff. And some side quests, because sometimes I ramble.
When I got married and moved to the UK, it was obviously with the understanding that it would be for better or for worse, but I IN NO WAY expected Brexit followed immediately by a pandemic leading to a lockdown. It's a good thing I like this guy. (I do. A lot.)
Now, ever since we moved into La Palmerosa V2, Himself and I have both spent a lot of time in theoretical planning about getting our back garden sorted and things planted so we could start to embrace our inner Urban Homesteader.
Himself: "We could plant vegetables!"
Me: "Yes!"
H: "And get chickens!"
M: "No!"
H: ...
M: ...
H: "But...chickens."
M: "It's a rental and we can't have pets."
Lather, rinse, repeat.
This whole lockdown thing, though, has kicked us into high gear.
When we first moved in, we had to Indiana Jones our way through the back since the previous tenant...wasn't much for the upkeep, shall we say. It was too late in the season and we had too much going on in our lives to really get anything in for winter/early spring harvesting, then, but we managed to at least keep most of the weeds at bay.
Long ago last month we fired up the conversation again, and had reached the point of finally beginning to commence to think about what to plant when The Virus hit Earth. So we planned faster.
And then we were mandated to work from home, with the lockdown hard on its heels. So we ordered some seeds, picked up some new garden tools, and got to work.
Garden Courtyard at La Palmerosa - July 2019
Garden Courtyard at La Palmerosa - March 2020
Thus begins Gardenssaga, a story in many parts (with visual aids) about How We Tamed The Wilds of Tooting and Grew Some Stuff. And some side quests, because sometimes I ramble.
If the fence wasn't the same, I'd think the pictures were of two different places. Can't wait to see what happens next!
ReplyDeleteLookit you guys! The garden looks so tidy and stuff! What are you planning to grow?
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