Yes, I must definitely take my gardening gloves.
That was the random thought that swirled into my head this morning. I’ll obviously need them, even though the garden in Stoupa is largely mature trees with some gravel and paved areas.
There are things living in the undergrowth that will bite me, sting me, crawl over me if I don’t have gardenings gloves on.
And I am such a dedicated gardener, too.
I kid you not. I am going mad, the gardening gloves are proof of it.
As a woman who lives fairly minimally, I’m not worrying too much, most days, about turning the contents of the little two bedroom house in Shoreham I’ve lived in for four years, into one suitcase or two, with some basic furniture and kitchen equipment in one tiny storage container somewhere local.
For when I come back, you understand.
I want something to sleep on, sit on, cook with.
No, I can’t let go of all that…