August in the garden

Yes, yes, I know it's the middle of September, and the leaves are falling and it's raining and it's not really summer any more, and definitely not August, but things rather ran away with me. 

​So before we get too far away, I wanted to share these pictures from when the sun was shining (occasionally) and I was sitting outside every day. 

I don't think I really thought about it at the time, but that was (hopefully!) the last summer we'll see in this garden. I feel like I didn't really take as many pictures as I should have done, but we were caught up with the decorating, and then with people traipsing in and out, and then mired in a pit of bureaucracy. 

I did sit outside a lot though, which I'm grateful for, and while I didn't grow any veg this year, there were plenty of flowers. 

Right now we're feeling like we're engaged in an elaborate bureaucratic game, and we're not even sure what the outcome will be. There are many hurdles still to cross. We're still quibbling over the mortgage, and this week we learned that our new house has rights of way for people to shoot on our land. Shoot what? I can't imagine there's anything much more than rabbits. I'd rather they didn't. Should I be concerned? There's so much to learn.

In the meantime, we try to carry on with normal life, which is easier said than done. Weekends are better, because I know the phone won't ring, so I'm not sitting waiting for a call. People keep telling me that we'll move eventually, and I keep telling myself that plenty of other people move house all the time so it's clearly not impossible, but I won't truly believe it until we're standing on the inside holding the keys.