Thursday, 20 July 2017

A Week Of Storms

This past week has raced by

Hanging washing out when possible to blow in the breeze

Taking a chance, and hoping that the ominous looking clouds will not empty their contents upon it

Winning some and losing some

Listening to thunderstorms rolling in

Hearing the straight down rain and wondering if it will ever stop

Getting frustrated when work meetups don't come to fruition

Enjoying watching the world para athletics

Realising that the nights are beginning to pull in

Grieving for the loss of an Uncle

The last of his generation

And also for a local young farm worker

Killed when thrown from his tractor

It has been a week with so much going on and happening

I haven't had much opportunity to browse the usual blogs

But I'm still here

And will catch up eventually

I'm cutting myself some slack

And accepting that not everything will get done

Not everything will be perfect

The rain will batter the flowers

But that's ok

And I can't do anything about it

Blessings J. x



Thursday, 13 July 2017

When Everything Hurts

It's a real pain this joint Hypermobility Syndrome thingy

A bit of a beast really

At the moment it's being rather too unruly

I need to train it into submission

When it gets too painful I have trouble sleeping

And if I don't sleep properly I have trouble concentrating

And if I have trouble concentrating I have trouble working

And if I have trouble working I get behind

And if I get behind with work I get uptight

And if I get uptight it affects my condition

Hang on a minute

I sense a connection

So today it will be back on with the kinesiology tape

See if that helps

If not I may just abandon all notions of work and take a stroll around Rosemoor gardens

This bevy of beauties is growing in the walled vegetable garden there

Whereas our pathetic little specimens need...well I'm unsure what they need...ants have eaten through so many of them and they appear stunted

Who would think looking at ours (if I was brave enough to show you a photo) that in 1978 I actually won the tallest sunflower competition and received two small books from the wildlife trust or was it the woodland trust I can't remember

On another note

A certain fluffy beast is smelling rather 'fusty'

She sits in the shower and is not very cooperative when it comes to botty washing

So a plan has been hatched

Outdoors

Hosepipe

Gloves

Shampoo

Two people

Legs akimbo

She will protest and wriggle

But as you know ladies 'fusty butt' is not pleasant

I'll let you know how things go!

But for now

Blessings J. x

 

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Lost In Books

Yesterday afternoon whilst hubby was working I set off to the fete of a neighbouring village...we actually lived on its outskirts when first married

I wasn't alone

Heidi came too as there was a dog show

And she won the fluffiest dog class

Again!

There was an enormous stall selling books

Loads and loads of books

I don't need any books

I live in a modest cottage

However at four for a pound I was tempted

And parted with a whole £2!

A couple gardening books I shall pass on to people I know might be glad of them

However

I feel as though I have made a couple of new 'friends'

One called Farmhouse Cookery, Recipes from the Country Kitchen by Readers Digest 1981 edition

This has some very interesting facts in it...not just recipes

The other is titled Nature Diary by Janet Marsh

She wrote and illustrated this diary in 1979 when the Itchen Valley in Hampshire was earmarked for the M3 motorway extension

In fact they are so interesting I think I may just pop them by my bed for some inspirational reading

So it's up the wooden hill for me now

Blessings J. x




Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Longing For

I'm longing for some steady Summer days

With blue skies

A refreshing morning dew

A soft soothing, but warm breeze

The droning sound of insects, busy about their work

Beautiful birdsong

Oh wait

We kind of had that on Sunday


 

 

 

 

 

A lovely picnic lunch and long walk at Simonsbath

It was amazing

Though later clouds filled the sky once more

And a chill commanded the evening

Sending us reluctantly indoors

Sometime around Lammas the sky darkens

To a deeper shade of blue

The sting goes from the sun

This becomes my favourite time

A time to fill bowls with blackberries

Of tentatively using the first windfall apples

A time of picking and preserving

Of reaping the rewards of a Summer well spent in the vegetable plot

Oohhh what things we have to look forward to

Blessings J. x