My hopes for August looked modest when I wrote them down. Have a picnic at Normanby. Sit on my swing and smell not just the roses but the lavender and the sweet peas. Really only the picnic looked like any sort of activity: basically I was planning idleness!
And my hopes were richly fulfilled! My swing is a wonderful place to sit. I can hear the birds on nearby open land. I can smell the flowers in my own lovely garden. I can enjoy the tinkling water of my tiny fountain. And as I sit or swing I can knit or sew or prepare vegetables for the freezer. Best of all I can just sit and think.
By the end of this month periods sitting on the swing will be short as autumn takes hold. My sweet peas are already a thing of the past and soon Jack will be pulling out the summer annuals and planting pansies and wallflowers ready for the winter.
And I will be spending my time indoors, still knitting and sewing, still thinking but now enjoying audiobooks rather than birdsong. I've ordered a new chair for myself and it will get well used.
My hopes for September? Well, I'm off to South Wales for a family wedding and I may just meander back visiting a few friends on the way. I need to crack on with making Christmas cards and also get a wriggle on as far as presents are concerned.
No hurry though. A woman who doesn't get around to thinking about a new month until the third day of that month can never be said to be in a hurry!