Monday, 15 August 2011

...forgot to say...

...it's been 3 weeks since Moving Day, and Belinda's comment on my earlier post made me realise that I haven't really had time to take stock of how I feel now.

Well, I feel rather as though I was staying in a holiday cottage, one in which I was allowed to make changes. It doesn't quite feel like home, or that it's mine, and I have a slight sense now and then of playing at cottages rather than living in one, but in a way, that's rather thrilling too.

I am struggling with the untidiness and disorder everywhere, although it's largely unavoidable as rooms start to take shape but where it's still not always clear what should go where. I'm not rushing to get everything done at once, and do take lots of time out to walk the dogs, savouring the woods and the hills, the horses, the large birds, the sudden expanses of sea that can appear unexpectedly through the trees. I don't like coming back to chaos and disorder; I need at least one tranquil, orderly room, and that is evading me at present.

But I love having a garden outside my kitchen door. So far, all I seem to have done in it is to dig out and transplant things that were in the wrong place, fill bags full of weeds, fork over the rich soil. The Lovely Son pruned (with her consent!) the neighbour's unruly bay, ivy and honeysuckle, and we filled the car to the roof with green waste for the tip. My plants from Newcastle are parked in a bed at the back of the garden, and seem to be enjoying the warmth and the shelter of the old stone walls. The cats lurk in this garden; they can be seen at night, sitting hunched under the clematis, thinking their thoughts. Only Millie seems to travel abroad; she is often to be met sauntering along the road in a very local sort of way, when I walk the dogs.

I often lean out of my bedroom window and try to plan what needs to be done - the straight path that squeezes you painfully between a holly and a berberis and that needs to curve gently through the garden; the huge fuschia in front of the kitchen door that blocks the view of the rest of the garden, and that needs to be persuaded* elsewhere (but that is alive with bees at present), the matted jungle of clematis and wisteria that, unsupported, has never managed to scale the wall but falls back on itself halfway up, and that needs to be cut back, and looked after carefully next year so that it can all climb prettily.

And that's rather how I feel too: a bit of a disorganised and chaotic mess right now, but with care and attention, capable of building a serene and lovely life for myself in this funny little old cottage.

* 'persuaded' as in with an axe....

17 comments:

Preseli Mags said...

I've just been having a lovely catch up on your blogs. Moving is such a hectic upheavel. I love the fact that Millie is already abroad in 'a very local sort of way'. And aw that last paragraph deserves a hug. You'll get there.

Dartford Warbler said...

You are very wise to take your time Rachel. Enjoy summer in your beautiful new home and countryside, as well as making order out of the packing boxes. No wonder you feel as though you are on permanent holiday in such a lovely part of the country!

We have moved several times due to job changes, from one end of the country to another. I remember that strange feeling of being almost invisible when nobody knows you in a new village or town. It soon passes though. One or two familiar people to pass the time of day with and a place begins to feel like home. The cats and dogs look well settled and very happy with their lot!

the veg artist said...

It will all come. In time. Don't rush it. And the greenery - climbing prettily may not be an option. Prepare yourself for rampant growth - you will have similar conditions to us in West Wales, wet and warmish, and inside a walled garden you will be in a roofless greenhouse! Please don't wait until it's tidy before posting more photos!

Susan said...

Dear Team,

Susan ... may have just tipped beyond "thrilled for you all" to slightly green with envy. Not of course of the chaos & disorder but of the charm, the quaintness, the history, the quiet, the unbelievably beautiful scenery ... the horses, the large birds, the wisteria & oh my, not to leave out "that ocean view" with those flat seabeds where the tide seems to go out endlessly & forever. Sigh.

Uh huh ... a little jealous (happy jealous) & completely thrilled. We snorted at M. Millie and her frogs and "locals" gait xoxo les Gang

John said...

That Millie is such a kick! Millie the busy little wanderer.

It's good to read all that anxiety before the move seems to have been flooded away by delight in your new town and home.

jabblog said...

Realisation comes slowly - enjoy your holiday of the spirit:-)

Anonymous said...

i felt like that when i moved into my present house. it takes time esp. if you lived in your previous house for a number of years.

Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Sounds like the cats have adjusted quickly and that they love it there. I know you must be exhausted yet anxious to get everything organized and straight. Just take your time and enjoy your wonderful new home.

Gwen Buchanan said...

and it will all be worth it... every minute...

Desiree said...

Yes, a big hug from me too. It will take some time, but it will be home !!!!

frayedattheedge said...

It sounds as if you are striking a good balance between domestic chores and enjoying your new surroundings. If the dreaded fuschia is one of the bog standard variety, just cut it down to ground level in the autumn, then dig up the root. You could take cuttings if you wanted to grow it elswhere - even I used to take successful cuttings fron our fuschia years ago. Wet and dreary here - I abandoned my walk this morning!!

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Arthur Ransome said...

I think it sounds as if you've done a huge amount in 3 weeks - I'd forgotten it's only 3 weeks - and you deserve congratulations. I know that holiday cottage feeling as my new house was a holiday cottage too and I think the house takes its time to remember how to be a home, if that doesn't sound too J. M. Barrie. I love the sentence about the holly and the berberis, a rock and a hard place indeed.

Lyn said...

sounds so delightful, glad you are making plans and settling in ok.
xxx

judy in ky said...

With your talent for gardening and nest-building, I predict that you will have things organized and tidy in good time.

Toffeeapple said...

You'll get it sorted out eventually, there is no rush is there? At least you have plans for the garden.

anne bebbington said...

You're obviously in dizz mode at the moment hopping from one room to another never quite completing anything because the whole seems too enormous - but don't worry it will come evenually and in a few weeks time you will look back in relative serenity wondering whatever all the fuss was about - welcome to Somerset :)

Fran said...

It will all get sorted. I love moving - it gives you a chance to get everything the way you want it again. Take it easy.

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