With the ongoing, maliciously fine, largely rainless, weather my mornings tend to start at 4am when the eye of Sauron inexorably finds a chink in the curtains and blasts me on the forehead. I then shuffle all around the bed looking to recover some shade. With the weary repetition of “are we there yet” fromContinue reading “Thoughts from the patio chair”
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And as for the rest….
After a manic fortnight, with much appreciated help from mum and a posse of others who beavered away in atrocious heat, we made it to the garden open day in reasonable shape. The weather gods smiled and at 8a.m, when I got into the pond for a last minute blanket weed clear, it was almostContinue reading “And as for the rest….”
Don’t be gaslit!
Today, I, Lyra, Lady Commander something something, kennel club, will be taking over posting duties. Auntie Karen is suffering the aftermath of a most traumatic evening spent at Pack Leader Lachlan’s when it was only due to my vigilance that she survived. I have no doubt that the evil kitten known as Mabel would haveContinue reading “Don’t be gaslit!”
All the little critters.
When not digging holes and moving plants around the garden Lyra, Mum and I have been out and about nature duding. It’s all go out there. Down by the river the whin is already in flower and, as it warms in the sun, there’s the first trace of the the familiar Hawaiian Tropic scent ofContinue reading “All the little critters.”
What’s not to A.D.O.R.E
Today we were promised rain on and off and, frankly, I accepted this sentence with no little relief. What with the early Pilates, a longish dog walk, an expandable “hour” in the garden and some spirited evening knitting yesterday, I awoke feeling not a little achey in all (mostly) moveable parts. I resolved on anContinue reading “What’s not to A.D.O.R.E”
Light and Sound
I’ve hardly been in the last few days. Despite the odd shepherd’s warning morning, the weather has been dry and fine and whatever indoor chores were originally on the list were firmly relegated to the back burner to make more space for rambling with Lyra in the morning and manic gardening in the afternoon. IContinue reading “Light and Sound”
Spring in our steps
There are finally signs of spring. The snowdrops in the wood are starting to fade and bright green spears of garlic are just emerging. Soon the air will be redolent of pasta and cassoulet and this will doubtless prove fatal to my desultory attempts to be rid of the winter lard. It is cool andContinue reading “Spring in our steps”
Public Service Announcement
I’ve been out to check and it’s still horrible. Shelter in place until further notice. We had a tantalisingly sunny day earlier in the week. It had started overcast but by the time Lyra and I hit the trail patches of blue were visible so a skip around the riverside was in order. As weContinue reading “Public Service Announcement”
Crewel weather
We are suspended between disappearances. It is not black over Bill’s mother, she has simply disappeared, together with the Lammermuir and the Cheviot, all quietly erased by smirr. The wet hangs, bone-chilling, in the air. Drainage ditches are lipping with weak tea and the water table has escaped, with glassy sheets covering fanned out buttercupsContinue reading “Crewel weather”
Rain did not stop play
It has been exceeding vile abroad. Lyra and I have bravely ventured forth every day, but it has not been delightful. The back lane is awash with puddles and the ditches are running lipping full with cold milky tea. By the end of our daily perambulation my finger ends are numb and Lyra is aContinue reading “Rain did not stop play”