Monday, July 14, 2014
Vintage Clothing and China
I was walking Olga the day before yesterday when I passed a new shop on Mill Lane called Passionate About Vintage. These ladies were standing out front -- it was apparently Grand Opening day. I didn't go in, since I had the dog, but I couldn't resist asking for a photo.
The rain subsided yesterday morning, so Dave and I got all our new plants into the ground. They look much better than the weed patch we previously had outside our back door! Dave weeded the whole area, and we relocated about a dozen snails and slugs. (I know we should probably be killing them -- but they were there first, after all.) We also planted the clematis and the butterfly bush that we had in pots on the balcony in Notting Hill.
Just that small amount of yard work reminded me that it is not my favorite thing to do. I have a feeling the garden, like the kitchen, will be largely Dave's domain.
While digging off the patio, I found this tiny shard of broken china. I wonder how long it's been there -- ten years? 50? A hundred? It's so cool to garden in a place where there's history in the soil. (Well, I guess all soil is history -- but not easily identifiable human history!)