Despite a drizzly start, by the time I had collected mum the sun was coming through for a walk through the woods with Lyra. The colours were spectacular, with the hazels a light clear yellow, with a green rime at the edges and the beech an explosion of burning embers. As we walked along theContinue reading “November in numbers #2”
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November in numbers #1
November is the month when the suspicion that I might just have bitten off more than I can chew descends. The evil augurs commenced with the arrival of bulb box No.3 yesterday. Today the morning coffee came with the cheerful announcement that the requested 4 dumpy bags of compost had arrived. I blearily looked atContinue reading “November in numbers #1”
Atmospheric pressure
The dog has been on its holidays (camping with Lachlan and Matthew) and I have been in overdrive. Perhaps it was the windy weather, setting everything astir, but I’ve been a positive tyro the last few days. The larder is in siege mode. Copious pears and apples have been bottled. The freezer is awash withContinue reading “Atmospheric pressure”
In praise of fields
I’ve been a little lax with this of late. A conjunction of events, some of the “dear boy” variety. In many ways the most significant cause is the most mundane – our 15 year old fridge freezer has become unreliable. It has not lain down and died, like the good and faithful workhorse it is.Continue reading “In praise of fields”
Early Bird
It is MOT day today so I wake at half hourly intervals between five and seven to make sure I can drop the Mini off by eight. I am a country mouse these days. On early mornings I nod to the cows and, if they look undecided about standing up, inspect the hills for rain.Continue reading “Early Bird”
The real salt path
As I type this, I am hurtling backwards towards London accompanied by Capuçon playing Bach’s Partita No. 3 for solo violin (a lucky score in a random selection downloaded on my last trip – I had not hitherto heard of the fellow but Dr Google has opined and he is a rather dishy frenchman). IContinue reading “The real salt path”
A moment to myself
I am in an unashamedly self-indulgent mood. The weather is still just hot enough for me to justify a degree of sloth on the patio, trusting to drought to slow the weeds. (If I venture forth it is for light weeding, dead heading and pot watering. Everything is overblown and slightly crispy). Our stream ofContinue reading “A moment to myself”
Thoughts from the patio chair
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”
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!”