There is nothing like a strong north-westerly and a hike up a steep hill to blow the blues away. It also helps if you are accompanied by a good friend who listens patiently to your Moaning Minnie diatribe. Perhaps she had ear plugs in. It made no difference; either way, I felt much better by the end of our, often muddy, exploits. And she didn’t complain, or even sigh, when I admitted that I wasn’t absolutely sure where we were. By the time I was home, there was not a cobweb left.
Thanks Lady M, it was good, socially-distanced, fun. The Mantles are commencing their own, slightly less steep, adventure this weekend. This was a bit of a surprise. I had got the sequence of events and locations a little confused (moi?) and thought they would be living in the shire for a while longer. It had to happen eventually, so with a tear in my eye, I once again say “good luck my lovelies, I will see you in the gloaming”. x
After a “will she, won’t she” morning (she didn’t), and a good few hours making life or death decisions about my seed collection, the weather cleared. My mind and body needed some fresh, preferably dry, air so I ‘proofed up and headed out into the fray.
It was busier than I expected, although I suspect this was because my stroll co-incided with Walkies. I felt a bit conspicuous in my dog-less state. Perhaps I should have borrowed one.
In an attempt to avoid the canine tangle, and my obvious short-comings, I took a path that I hadn’t walked for several months, not since the first weeks of lockdown. At that time the trees were yet to leaf, today they were in the process of shedding their garb. A lot has passed since. Somehow it all seemed a lot simpler then.
Today I have been pursued by a black crow.
I am hoping he will abandon me tomorrow.
Today is shopping day, and for the past 4 weeks I have greeted it with trepidation. Shopping is not my job usually. As OH is on the endangered species list, now I do it. Quite why I feel nervous is hard to say. Generally it is had been a well-ordered affair. Perhaps that is why. I am not well ordered, it is not my natural state, but I realise that this is the way it has to be. So when someone goes the wrong way on the one-way system, or encroaches into my space, or I see young fit people shopping in pairs, it makes me anxious. Not because I am worried about my health, or indeed OH’s, but because these people are ignoring the rules. Generally I am no fan of rules, but these particular ones are in place to protect us. Does this flouting indicate arrogance, stupidity, ignorance or absentmindedness? Or am I becoming intolerant? Or perhaps a little paranoid? Hard to say.
Thanks for the inspiration Kevin.
Today we took separate Daily Walks. OH went one way this morning, I went the other way this afternoon. We haven’t fallen out, it is just the way it happened. There was an advantage to being on my own, I had more opportunity to be nosy. I peered over walls and around fences, I crossed the road when something caught my eye. I examined the ground, I looked into the sky, all the while retaining my best suspicion-free demeanour. There were several rather pink people sunbathing in their front gardens, I kept my camera far away. These were not my quarry, I was looking for flowers. And I found them; back-lit tulips in a state of disrobing, forget-me-nots growing from cracks in the tarmc, marigolds perched on walls. This was my favourite and, after first checking for bees in the buzzing bush, I buried my nose into the blossom to enjoy my first scent of lilac for the year.