I was going to write a blog post about a lovely visit to Grimsthorpe Castle earlier this week and I shall still do that, just not tonight.
I was watering the pots in the garden and went to the front of the house to water the hanging basket, only to find that the gate was open and the hanging basket was gone. In twenty-two years of living here, I have not had any problems like this and have always enjoyed seeing the hanging basket brightening up the front of the house. It was there when we came back from work and shopping, so the person stole it while we were at home, which somehow makes it worse. The hanging basket was only a plastic one, just had petunias in it and in the great scheme of things, it doesn't really matter, but the fact that someone would steal it has upset me.
I don't put any plants out at the front of the house that are expensive, or really special, but I was naive enough to think that they would be enjoyed by people, without being stolen.
So, I have two choices. I can either not have a basket out there again and deprive myself of the pleasure, or I can take a deep breath and find a basket or trough which can be fixed to the wall and then plant that up. I think I know which I shall be doing!
I hope that my next post will be on a more positive note.