“We’ll be needing a leaf-vac” my husband says to me as he surveys our big garden.
“Pfft” I say to him “All we need is a rake and I’ll get raking!”
Scene from our back-garden.
I had images of myself going out with a rake in hand, wellies, wrapped up nice and warm in my brown coat (the one I use to walk the dog), complete with wooly hat.
I had visions of myself raking away, deep in thought, while Doc as usual, would be lumbering around like a silly billy. After while, I’d have a whole mountain of lovely brown and golden leaves on one side. Maybe later if there was still enough light, T can do a leaf dive and I’d manage to catch everything in my camera (I rarely do, by the way), perfect captured moments, to be later posted on Instagram.
When all this is done. We’d go in, hand-in-hand, mother and daughter, the husband will be slaving away in the kitchen with a lit fire, making us delicious hot-chocolate, complete with whipped cream. He’ll also be slicing us a piece of cake fresh from the oven. Lovely. Life is bliss.
“Dean, look at all those trees” the husband pointedly says, interrupting my reverie. Can you imagine all of those leaves on the ground?
View of the side-garden from the Historian’s study.
“Yep, we’ll need a leaf-vac” and just like that my husband bursts my bubble.
Are you a dreamer like me, or practical like him?