The top pond cherry tree has exploded into pink candy floss and most mornings I am to be found wandering around in my PJs admiring the bejaysus out of it. It is an absolute corker. Keeping up the pink theme, the apple trees in the orchard are taking over from the pears in the blossomContinue reading “Pretty in pink (and blue and yellow)”
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April Foolishness
We are over half way through April now and the countdown to my hip op is well underway. I am focussing on those jobs that involve prancing around or grovelling on the floor, activities which may well be on the prohibited list during the immediate aftermath. On sunny days I am mostly weeding and “reshuffling”Continue reading “April Foolishness”
Light and frothy
It’s a strange thing, but since being shown my hip x-ray, demonstrating its lamentable state, I’ve been much more confident on longer walks so we’ve been exploring some of the longer tracks through the woods and the riverside circuit has been added back into the repertoire. Now I know it’s just a case of unavoidableContinue reading “Light and frothy”
March, the old first month
In early Roman times March, named for the Mars the god of war, was the first month of the year. I’m not sure that we shouldn’t go back to this. It’s really the first month when you get a proper sense of life really kicking off. Suddenly there is a riot of colour and allContinue reading “March, the old first month”
Full of the joys of spring
Well, our complement of frogs certainly are! We have not one but two male voice choirs (baritone in the top pond and bass in the bottom (no I have no idea why)) with a few determined soloists in the stream. Giant wobbling clouds of spawn testify to their felicity. In previous years the froggie socialContinue reading “Full of the joys of spring”
Taking the hint
The Gods, it seems, do not want me weeding the garden. Every time I am on the verge of donning Uncle Tommy’s excellent gardening strides the wind whips up to a howling hoolie and it starts to rain. I have mustered three, maybe four, decent days out with my tools since my last confession. (AndContinue reading “Taking the hint”
The Longest Month
After the blog odyssey that was the run up to Christmas, I decided to give myself (and all the dear readers out there) a few weeks off from my wittering. However, with January (which always seems to last forever…) finally put to bed, I thought I might post a quick catch up (if only toContinue reading “The Longest Month”
Fourteen tasks ignorèd
After all good parties, there must be a day of rest and recuperation. Day 14 is just such a day – apart from the rest bit- I rather over did it in the garden (as will be explained). As a result the day 14 round up shows meagre progress. I awoke, post party, feeling distinctlyContinue reading “Fourteen tasks ignorèd”
10 special reruns
The nearest I can offer to a leaping lord is Keith, who is in physio this evening. He could be leaping…. Mum went home to Selkirk today to do important Christmas things. (Mum being absent, Lyra now considers herself abandoned and sat woefully by her chair at dinner , wondering who would give up halfContinue reading “10 special reruns”
No dancing, but some prancing.
The rain deigned to stop this morning. Dog walking and gardening therefore resumed. As a result, Christmas Elfery was limited to the hour or so between peeling off the muddy gardening clothes and our penultimate pilates class of the year (which, as mum is at great pains to point out, is one more than sheContinue reading “No dancing, but some prancing.”