It’s not the pram in the hall

That gets in the way of women novelists and artists – it’s the bloody ironing. There is satisfaction in raising a child – on the whole I rather like mine. Admittedly there have been moments when I could cheerfully have sought out the returns label, but those were fleeting (and the logistics in any caseContinue reading “It’s not the pram in the hall”

The mysterious case of Kathy Kirby

I was distinctly out of sorts and grumpy yesterday morning. A heady combination of insomnia aftermath and a rather ill considered weeding comment from Keith. However, I put the ire to good use and vigorously dug out a corner of the gravel garden where mares tail had woven its way in amongst an elderly stoechasContinue reading “The mysterious case of Kathy Kirby”

But does it spark joy???

Anyone who has witnessed our kitchen table and the “hoardery” in my garret will comprehend that the Marie Kondo method is not generally applied at Ruthven. However, in a few places breaking point has been reached and the cry has rung out “something must be done!” Unusually for us, something has….. Keith has done sterlingContinue reading “But does it spark joy???”

Quiet Idylls

Yesterday Lyra and I visit old haunts as it will likely be our last quiet morning walk together, just us two. We are so used to our companionable solitude that the flash of pink signalling another walker in the distance, as we turn off the road, startles Lyra and leaves me quite aggrieved. We dawdleContinue reading “Quiet Idylls”

The thrill of the chase

We had light but steady rain almost all day today. I felt positively bobbish when I went out into the drizzle first thing – I could have a lazy hour or two with a podcast and my knitting with a clear conscience and, even better, the rain would soften up the soil for resumed weedingContinue reading “The thrill of the chase”

Just Dangling

Yesterday started misty but very rapidly warmed up to blistering. After a week of self imposed not digging I cracked and spent most of the afternoon wrenching up roots and digging in compost. Highly satisfying, but by late afternoon I was boiling hot and somewhat pooped. Strolling round the garden to cool down in theContinue reading “Just Dangling”

Wandering in mind and body

Lyra and I had a lovely walk this morning. Just a tot of rain (for that’s all we’ve had) seems enough to make things shimmer. We found the first red campion of the year and a likely looking stand of brambles, which augurs well for crumble season. There was also some hawthorn blossom just out.Continue reading “Wandering in mind and body”

Handovers

Today was my second last day at work. I have one virtual meeting tomorrow and after that I’m done and dusted. Today’s most entertaining handover job was being asked to pen a gardening article for beginners. This is for colleagues stuck at home who find themselves driven to consider gardening. I went for foolproof andContinue reading “Handovers”

Damp bahookie

There’s something quite liberating about knowing that no one is going to drop by. However, what I am discovering about my “liberated” self, is that she has not developed much from the 8 year old with a prized a baggie net, save for becoming more scruffy. (It is a known fact that, despite spending mostContinue reading “Damp bahookie”

Planning ahead

Friends and neighbours will know that this month is my last at work, and I am retiring at the end of the month to devote myself to a life of gardening, bizarre sewing and knitting projects, dodgy artwork and intermittent sloth. In these last few work days I have been mainly winding things down, handingContinue reading “Planning ahead”