Second Seasons

Apparently, we are in one of those astrological corridors at the moment. A two week period between the August 12 total solar eclipse and the August 28 partial lunar eclipse where nothing is as it seems, anything could happen and the stars determine our fate. I’m never sure quite how much I believe in all of that, I think I have two parts of my brain that are conflicted, but I do like the idea of a period where things are shifting, a period of change and self reflection where perhaps we don’t need to know exactly what comes next but will reveal truths that we were not expecting that could be potentially liberating and enlightening .

All this made me think about how much time we spend trying to make a life, or a home, or even a style. Trying to decide what something should be, when sometimes perhaps we just need to wait and see what happens. Homes need time to evolve and the funny thing is that we are also constantly evolving so the idea that a home is ‘finished’ is, I think, a total misnomer.

At last, the rain has arrived here on the marsh.
I have loved this long, hot summer, but after all the hose pipe bans and droughts and watching our gardens crips to a cinder it is definitely a cause for celebration. . The garden seemed to breathe an audible sigh of relief and you can almost watch in real time the lawn turning from brown to green. Everything smells different: That delicious scent of wet earth, moisture on the air and roses as they have begun their second flush.

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These are my more personal weekend notes on home, seasons, life and the things I’ve noticed along the way. I’d love you to join me.