The buttercups, on the other hand, are gorgeous this year, and since we had the tree in the garden trimmed (or rather amputated), I’ve just let all the wild flowers do their thing and I’m not weeding at all. It’s so liberating, I must say. My excuse is that it’s for the bees, but I’m rather enjoying that sense of release from worrying about the meadow taking over. The only things I’m pulling up are the nettles, which would just swamp everything else, given the chance.
Meanwhile, Koos has been busy with the engine installation on the HH, and he’s nearly ready to call the expert to check things over before we turn the key and get it all going. It’s getting ‘spannend’ as the Dutch call the feeling, which is not so much exciting as… well … exciting with a dash of tension. He’s done an amazing job yet again and I cannot even claim to have held the spanners because I’ve been busy working most of the time he’s been beavering away.
Anyway, having written and published my book about our last travels, it’s time we got going again to give me more fuel for my writing hobby. I have no idea where or how far we can go at the moment, but we’ll definitely be going somewhere.
As for the situation here, our curfew is over, and the cafés are open again to customers, but only outside. However, they still have to close at 6 p.m. so our evenings in the Oude Haven remain peaceful (there are some blessings). Here are a few photos taken from my Vereeniging of the busy terraces last weekend.
Wishing you a good week and weekend allemaal. And hopefully the next post will speak of warmer, brighter climes.