Photo Copyright: Maggie May
This is the time of year when my Campanulas are in full bloom, cascading down the wall between our garden and the one next door.
When I first put in two tiny cuttings years and years ago, I was told that they wouldn't stand a chance of surviving that dry wall and now look at them. They have merged in as one and have spread between paving slabs and invaded borders and I have to pull them up when they get too prolific. However, because they are so lovely and bloom for a long time, I do let most of them alone.
Although today is cooler and I detected a drizzly feel earlier on when I went to the bin, we have had a couple of weeks of very hot weather and it has given me a new lease of life in the garden and cleaning up in the home, especially sorting out muddles. There doesn't really seem to be much to show for it, but I have cleaned out hidden rubbish and pulled out heavier furniture to the best of my ability.
I have taken armfuls of unwanted items to the Charity shops.
My paper shredder is nearly worn out from dealing with documents that are well out of date.
I have a long way to go, so I hope that this mood will stay.
One thing that seems to have happened to me as I've got older, is that I seem to have developed a bad reaction to sunlight. I come out in an itchy red rash on my arms lower legs and neck. I have to keep well covered. Whether it is the result of chemo or some of the drugs that I have had to take, I do not know.
It seems ironical that I spend most of the winter months longing for the sun and then find that I can't sit out in it.
Does anyone else have a problem with sunlight?