Making An Entrance « Cherry Menlove

Making An Entrance

Making an Entrance

Any gate that allows you to have a peek through to the other side without truly revealing what actually lays beyond the threshold is interesting to me.

I wished I had lived here at this house when I was growing up. My imagination was already fully developed and very much in to having adventures by the time I was 6 or 7 and to have this gate, with that view to the other side, would have been the stuff of dreams.

Who would I have been had I lived here as a child?

A princess of some sort but perhaps one that had an evil, wicked stepmother.

How would my story have played itself out?

I would have run through this gate and into the trees beyond. Crouching down low in the grass for fear of being seen and caught by evil stepmother.

Would I have had any provisions?

Yes, I would have thrown food in to the skirt of the long dress that I had taken from the dressing – up box and would have to hold it all together while running from the evil stepmother’s footmen who were assigned to look for me and bring me back to the castle.

Of course I played those sorts of games anyway as a child and I certainly did not have a gate like this one to run through. But that didn’t matter. Children are amazing when it comes to imagination and I didn’t care where I was as long as I had my floaty long dress from the dressing- up box to play with.

I found these two wall sconces at a briq – a – brac centre a short distance from where Robert’s mum lives. They were only eight pounds for the pair and tucked away in a wooden trug with some fabric over them.

I wasn’t sure where I was going to put them but I knew I should buy them. They are chipped and a little tatty but I love them. I’ll bring them in before the frosts of winter arrive and put them out again next summer but with another type of flower in them. But for now they are happy with this kinda scatty looking geranium.

I feel fortunate that there is so much more available to us to decorate our gardens with. My parents and their parents didn’t have the variety of accessories to choose from and the garden styles that have come over from France, Italy and Spain I am really grateful for. When we do have a summer such as the one we have been having in the UK so far this year it makes living outside so easy. The washing can stay out all night and not have to be remembered to be brought in. Beds, chairs, tables and even cushions are safe and well as long as we know that a thunder storm isn’t imminent.

But the thing I love most about living outside at this time of year is the feeling of fulfilment at the end of a long day. As I finally get into bed, shoulders a little burnt, feet dirty and body tired there is a certain sense of wellness that comes from being out of doors all day long.

I never had trouble sleeping as a child and after days outside in the garden I sleep in exactly the same way. Of course I cant spend my days in an imaginary land pretending I’m a princess as I’m now an adult.

But as an adult I do occasionally get some free time.

Hmmmmmm….I wonder where that dressing-up box is nowadays?

“ROBERT!!!!!!!“

See you tomorrow morning.

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