Outside and inside

Another productive morning in the garden, preparing beds, digging up borders and making more plans.  We've pruned and re-tied the climbing rose which had completely sprawled over the lawn and discussed the logistics involved in moving the shrubs that we intend keeping.  There are seedlings emerging all over the place - greenhouse, conservatory, window sills - and more packets of seeds waiting to be planted.  The weather is being kind at present, doors are left open to let fresh air in, and Spring is definitely hereabouts, full of promise.

The sewing room (aka The Den) has gone from being neat and tidy to a total mess, yet again.  And so much for my intention of only having one project under way at any one time - at the last count I have one wallhanging on the go, two garments being altered, one pattern waiting to be made up . . . 

The light on the sewing machine suddenly went out this afternoon and no amount of cajoling seems to make it come back on again (bulbs have been changed but to no avail).  There is an on-going issue with the foot pedal, too, and once again I find myself wondering if it is worth investing in a new machine.  It's such a big expense, and there is now such a huge choice available.  I don't want to rush and buy on a whim but I think it might be prudent to begin looking at options.  And I am tempted by an overlocker, too, especially if I am to return to the amount of dressmaking I used to do but all of this hardware has a serious price tag so requires some careful consideration.

Some news today has made me pause for reflection, to look back with gratitude and look forward with anticipation.  As I get older I sense I am seeing the 'bigger picture' rather more clearly and feeling more at ease with the progress of age.  Dare I hope, perhaps, that I am gaining a better perspective on life.
Remembering Margaret with fondness and appreciation.