On the weekend we toasted marshmallows

Finally, I have got to the garden blog to follow on from the bulding of our house. In my approach to this task, the generally loud ordered and efficiency-driven voice in my head urges me to start with a backyard before shot, start at the beginning and work my chronological way forward hole by hole, plant by plant, fence post by fence post. This voice is partly the reason I have not started this blog yet. Five months in, the very idea is somewhat overwhelming.

However, along with my maturing years (hello mid-late thirties next Sunday) has come an increasing ability to disregard this voice. To listen to the one that says stop thinking and just dive in and start somewhere. So, at the commencement of this blog, this second voice is the one I am listening to. Posts may be haphazard, they may be retrospective, they may just be photos of random leaves...but they will all be about the outside.

And so last weekend, we toasted marshmallows outside in our new, highly sophisticated firepit. Good, honest, smoky, smelly fun in our pseudo-rural big backyard. (Yes, Jack is wearing his school uniform meaning these photos are actually from our first campfire a few weeks ago. See, haphazard.)