Riding the Waves to Eternity: Hangin’ with the Cosmic Surfer

Tappin’ my feet on mainstreet (Waiting)

back of the house

A pint for anyone who gets the reference in the title of this post without Googling!

My bags are pretty much packed and I’m ready to go – off to Boston early Tuesday morning where a new job awaits.  It has been a pleasant few weeks of relaxing but I’m ready to start doing something again.

The weather has been nice as well so I’ve been able to sit out the back quite a lot.  We had the decking and pergola sorted before Christmas and we’ve just relaid some turf and had a couple of new apple trees put in in front of the kitchen window.  So that area of the garden is looking good – and hopefully will be better once I have sorted out some perennials to climb around the pergola.  The other new addition is the bench table which we picked up in a sale a couple of weeks ago and which has become something of a second home for me.

out back

Whenever the weather permits I try and take my breakfast out here or at the very least work my way through a newspaper and a pot of tea.  It has a certain minimalist charm at the moment but, in addition to the climbing hydrangea which is slowly colonising the wall of the house, i’m thinking of adding a Winter Jasmine and some Wisteria to fill in some of the gaps.

Although the new apples (Katy and Kidd’s Orange Red) are just in they are budding and will shortly blossom I think although I don’t expect to be eating any fruit from them for a year.  I am looking forward to the first bite though!

When we were over in Cambridge last Octover I picked up some apples which I ate when I got home – some heritage Ashmead-Kernels.  I have the pips which, once I pop them into the freezer for a couple of weeks, might just germinate.  We’ll see: I have no idea if they come from old stock in a dedicated orchard or from grafts onto rootstock so if they do germinate I have no idea what will appear!

In the meantime I’m Tapping my feet on main street Counting the stars in the sky Stretching my arms and inspecting my palms And I’m waiting, waiting