scrambling...

...all over the place. Our lovely clematis that grows around the french doors. It was given to me by a florist as she thought it’d never do any good because it was such a tiny little thing. That was about 18 years ago. Now it’s huge and smothered in beautiful pale pink flowers, as it is every year. It’s also home to a family of blackbirds who return every year. The flowers can be seen from the bedroom window too.
Finished clearing out the linen room. It’s ready for Mr I now to rub down and do bits of polyfilling. I’ve got to sort out all our leftover paint to paint it with. Should have enough.