Well, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted on here. In all honesty, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been out in the garden too.
But I’m delighted to share that I did manage to get out and enjoy a sunny afternoon in the garden on Wednesday.
We’re still on the de-weeding mission – slowly but surely clearing the first section of what will hopefully become the veg patch. It feels like a very slow process, and I have to remind myself not to be discouraged. Realistically, we’ve only been able to get outside in short bursts: during Shem’s lunch break or when Evalina’s napping in the afternoon.
I’m very much looking forward to longer days and lighter evenings, when we can get stuck in together without competing with daylight.
And, by the way – if you’re wondering who Evalina is – she’s our little girl, and she just turned six months old!
A bad morning, a brighter afternoon
Wednesday started as one of those days. The kind where everything seems to take twice as long and go half as well. Nothing dramatic, but everything was just… off. That slow morning meant we arrived very late to a baby class, only to discover the elevators were out of order, which meant not actually going in at all. Then to top it all off, I somehow lost the parking ticket I needed to leave the car park. Classic.
It was one of those frustrating mornings where you just want to hit reset and start again.
However, it was a sunny day and when Evalina went down for her nap, I knew exactly what I needed… an afternoon in the mud!
The joy of gardening
There’s something about being outside, breathing fresh air, digging up weeds, and letting your worries drift away. Whilst gardening, I was thinking about writing this post and wondered if there was some sort of philosophical reflection or some cheesy thing like that brewing.
But honestly? When I stopped to ask myself what I was actually thinking about… it was nothing.
And I mean that in the loveliest way.
I realised how much joy I found in not thinking. Not calculating when Evalina last ate, not stressing about the dirty dishes still in the sink, or replaying the morning’s frustrations. Instead I just found joy in digging. Using my hands, keeping an eye out for roots and feeling strangely victorious each time I pulled one up.
Sometimes joy doesn’t come from thinking deeply – it comes from giving your brain a moment to switch off.
And on Wednesday afternoon, that simple, muddy, quiet joy was exactly what I needed.
I almost forgot!!
When I first went out into the garden, the bad morning had tried to follow me. I excitedly went to check on my new compost bin only to find a pile of vegetable scraps and leaves… and the compost bin itself a few metres away!
So if this has happened to you before, or if you have any tips on compost bins not flying away, please let me know. (See my quick fix in the pictures below)






