You know how sometimes you are on the verge of sleep, when all of a sudden you remember something of vital importance?
I had one of those moments last night...
Blissfully drifting off, lovely and toasty warm under my doona, when all of a sudden I am sitting bolt upright, eyes wide open, one thought on my mind - I hadn't seen the bay tree.
Earlier on in the day I had been admiring my strawberries. I usually have a fairly mild success with strawberries, I grow enough for the boys and I to enjoy straight from the garden, but never really any more than that. This year though, I am hoping it might be a little different. After all that rain we had last year the strawberries had a huge growth spurt, and now I'd estimate they cover an area around seven metres long and one metre wide. The garden is absolutely chockers with strawberry plants, and I spent some time pulling some up and clearing them away from the base of the fruit trees.
But what I didn't remember, at around 11pm, was clearing any away from my teeny tiny bay tree. The one that is so small it only has around five leaves. I knew it was in there somewhere, but I couldn't remember seeing it.
I couldn't remember seeing it at all.
I somehow managed to get back to sleep, but was outside at first light, eyes sweeping back and forth over the strawberry patch, anxiously searching for my teeny tiny bay tree.
And I found it. It took a quite a while, but I did.