Coffee on the deck

It was definitely a do something day yesterday and not before time.

First, get the power washer out of the shed. Attach hose, plug in, get started. Erm. Why is the water coming out in a trickle? Grr. Do I have to ring Joe to get him to remind me how to use power washer? (Only my second time.) Think. Oh, right, there’s an actual On button on the plug itself. Push on button. Water flows.

Next stop the garden centre to replace last year’s pansies and lobelia in the planters.

Hurrah! Garden shop had more of the wonderful deep-purple-with-white-spots pansies I found there last year – which, as Catherine informed me, when she visited last year, are called Starry Night. How lovely. Oh, dear. Bought to much lobelia. Only hanging pots left are for the yet-to-be-purchased basil. Can you plant lobelia with basil?

Quick stop to make cup of tea and check with Google on lobelia/basil question. Answers inconclusive. Nothing to say you absolutely shouldn’t, but nothing either to say you could or should. Hmm. Well, I’ve got plenty of pots outside. And there’s no reason not to plant the spares in the garden – when I eventually get to the garden.

Time to go back to the shed for the “summer room” essentials.

And all this means that this morning I got to start my day outside.

The first of many such mornings to come. And hopefully yesterday was the first of many get something done days.

PS Went online just now to post this and decided to check emails and Facebook first. This popped up as a three-year-old memory, with the caption: “Oops, I did it again.”

A timely reminder that, even though The New Yorker keeps sending me ridiculously cheap offers to subscribe (one of which I was currently and foolishly contemplating), it always ends up like this.