"Oh well, look on the bright side, it's my birthday this week", I thought - but I woke up on my birthday only to discover that we'd left the EU; it's not what I voted for so naturally I was disappointed, well gutted actually, but I told myself that we live in a democracy and we are fortunate to have the chance to choose the path we would like to take. The TV interviews in which people were saying that they had regretted voting to leave, or that they didn't know that we would actually be leaving, or that they didn't know which way to vote so they voted leave were slightly worrying - are they feeling regrexit? Then, after a game of football, we (or England at least) had managed to leave Europe twice in one week - that's got to be a one-off.
It's not all bad, I've been garden visiting at Sissinghurst and Perch Hill with my dear friend Gill over the last week. Standing in the beautiful white garden at Sissinghurst or in Sarah Raven's famous cutting garden at Perch Hill, I felt as though I had been given a great big floral hug - just the job.
|The cutting garden, Perch Hill|
|The white garden, Sissinghurst|
A second chance.
Hope all is well out there ...
PS: I've just realised how weedy and untidy my garden looks!