I am conscious...

 I haven’t posted for a while.  So many madcap 

dreams and schemes going through my head.  My trouble is I have Grandiose through my veins, like Brighton through rock!  It is exciting when finally we have found such a lovely place to call home.  As we wander the highways and byways of Ludlow we are like kiddies in a sweetie shop, eyes like gob-stoppers marvelling at the treats in store.

My brain full of colours for walls, floors and how best to make use of the space.  The air now is fragrant making it so much easier to think straight.

The garden is burgeoning with growth, we have bought a grape vine to plant outside and train into the Wrenery.  The rose on the left I have pruned hard, just leaving half to flower outside.  This is where the vine will be planted.  The simple wild rose I intend to leave for the hips in the autumn, which will make a colourful display and feed for the birds who are frequent visitors.  I stopped feeding them inside when sadly a young blackbird came in and not used to the setup came a cropper by flying into the glass ceiling.  I have now started feeding again with the view the older birds will be more Wrenery-wise?  The robins and blackbirds are very tame and are quite happy to come and feed this close to the open door.

Trees and garden birds are what I missed so much at Hythe.  What joy they bring.  The feather duster is called into play many times a day... only to shepherd the bees out when they try to exit through the glass!  Added to which standing on guard in the corner of the room it not only looks funky but has a function as well.  Not my usual style over substance... am I losing my touch I idly wonder?