Wilting? Not me...

Today, I put another year behind me and appropriately, some may think, 

decorate my birthday tea tray with wilting lavender, a little past their best...

  

Those who have followed my blog for some time may think I write an awful lot about the beauty of 'vintage', in people as well as objects. Some would perhaps roll their eyes and tut something about there being a touch of mid-life crisis in the Swenglish Home. Some would perhaps be right...

However, time to stop this age-obsessed nonsense. No more drooping. No more wilting. Time to stand up straight, sip my Rooibos tea and get on with the rest of my life.

Today I enjoy the long overdue rain here. The garden lets out little moans of delight as I stroll up and down to inspect the goodness of the wetness, as if it has been too thirsty for too long. The brown lawn, however, did, at first, look a bit indifferent to this welcome humidity, almost a little sulking, as if the cherished guest had come too late. But then it could sulk no longer and found itself raising every pore to the sky, drinking the manna.

Wishing you all a moderately warm, perhaps slightly rainy, certainly lavender-scented and absolutely age-indifferent week!