The tree outside our house has blossomed (bloomed?) so late this year. The flowers are only just opening up. I wouldn’t have noticed how late it is if I hadn’t found a picture of it I took over a year ago, when it had been in full bloom since early May. Spring seems to be lingering, doesn’t it?
I hope that really sunny week we had isn’t summer done over and done with. I just can’t get on board with another washout summer, it’s too depressing for words. I had to give myself a stern talking to the other day because I caught myself starting to think longingly about winter already, when cold weather like this is justifiable. There must be warmer weather coming soon though, mustn’t there?
In other news, I collected my essays from uni yesterday…and I’m pretty happy! My dissertation was a bit of a skin-of-the-teeth job, but hey! That’s okay! Unless I’ve totally flunked my Drama and Witchcraft exam (not likely, but possible) I should be on track for a nice comfy old 2:1! And thank GOODNESS for that!
In other OTHER news, I popped in to see my Grandma’s next door neighbour on Sunday afternoon, and she told me that the lovely old garden centre over the road from their little row of cottages is going to be demolished. That garden centre has been a family institution for the last 15 years, and I’m more upset than I care to admit to think it’s not going to exist anymore. Cesca quite literally learnt to walk at that garden centre when she was a tot, and it never really feels like Christmas until we’ve made our annual trip to the Christmas department to choose a decoration to hang on the tree. Though I promised myself I wouldn’t, and *couldn’t* bear to go there without my Grandma, I think we’re all going to have one last trip there before it gets knocked down. It is the end of an era, after all.