Thank You, House

I've decided to start a list of little presents The House has left me, as they are getting too numerous to keep in my head. Some of these may not count as 'presents' so much as 'times I just looked a little harder' but there was no reason to expect the specific things I was looking for would actually be there, as indeed some things haven't been. And I'm only including things which have turned up within 2-3 days of thinking of them, though the dishwasher tablets are a notable exception to that.

• a trowel (on the key rack with the bags-for-life, of course)
• some potting soil (the day before the garden veg were to arrive)
• big garden shears (after nearly getting blisters from the little hand-shears, trimming topiary, and thinking 'there has got to be a better way to do this')
• two proper shovels and a pitchfork (upon starting my compost heap)
• a black bin full of water and half-rotted garden trimmings (after starting the compost heap and thinking 'man if this dry spell keeps up I'm going to have to water it every day, also I wonder if I could get a black bin as a hot composter')
• the diswasher tablets
• the left-hand garden glove
• a four-leafed clover (not something I thought I needed but it was a sweet gesture)
• a valerian plant (after thinking I'd like to plant some in the front border which is dry and sunny; I moved some pots and there it was, already blooming.)

I will try to add to the list as things turn up and as I remember them ... I've been here over a month now so I expect them to slow down, but they haven't done so yet.