We’re getting to the end of those tedious holiday posts. At least you hope so.
I read (in my house magazine, naturally) about the people who had ‘parasol pruned’ some trees in their garden. I thought it sounded nice, but we have such enormous ashes at Bookwitch Towers that I knew there was no secret parasol lurking there.
But then we went on holiday in early June, and it was freezing cold. Sunny, but chilly. So we established a new seating area in the front garden, in the small sheltered spot where the sun shone for elevenses. It was quite nice, and it’s greener around there than it was forty years ago, so not every passerby will stop and stare.
On departure I stashed the new seating area further in, to avoid anyone being tempted to steal our very cheap and nasty plastic furniture.
And there they were, those chairs and the rickety table, when we quickly required somewhere to sit on returning a month later. We sat, and we liked.
It has been less chilly this time. So if it’s not raining, we want shade with our afternoon tea. (Yes, we are posh.) The new accidental ‘thief proof’ spot is perfect. We’ve been sitting there almost every day.
We have the apple tree (who’d have thought when Mother-of-witch planted it in 1974 that it would actually grow?) which gives shade, and some protection. It also gives apples, but never while we can pick them. And the more I looked at the branches overhead, the more they appeared parasol like to me.
The Resident IT Consultant accidentally leaned back too much, and the cheap chair broke, so we have moved on to the secondhand, unfashionable wooden furniture, as previously used by Favourite Aunt.
But the Newton spot is still just right.