About 15% of me loves doing my VAT return – it reminds me of what I was doing a quarter of a year ago, between 1 May and 31 July. Judging from the receipts, it seems as though I spent a lot of time in coffee shops eating pastries. I also required more than the usual maintenance for the tractor and erroneously considered midweek football match watching as a ligitimate business expense.
More notably, I went to Chelsea and Hampton Court flower shows, and much fun they were too (once I overcame the feeling of ‘imposter’).
The sun shone, as I recall, then rain most days since the end of Wimbledon – perhaps to laugh at them having put a roof on centre court.
And today, after a few weird inclings a couple of weeks back, it really does feel like Autumn. The first fruit have appeared on the Autumn olives. A finer hedge I can’t imagine – it looks fabulous, grows quickly, the fruit makes a great autumnal preserve and it takes nitrogen from the air to its roots allowing it to grow in less than favourable sites, and if that wasn’t enough it then releases that lovely nitrogen over your ground through it’s leaves when it drops them for a few short weeks in mid Winter.
So, I’m drawing a (dotted) line between summer and winter. It feels like it, it looks like it, and that way every summery day from now can be a positive and uplifting bonus, rather than treating every day that rains as a dilution of the summer. Plus it ties in with my accounts better that way.