My industrious phase was short-lived, as I feared it would be. The slough of inertia has returned to weigh me down. Medals will not be returned. Today, an effort was made. We mustered the wherewithal to venture out for a walk, enjoying what passed for sunshine and the swelling buds of magnolia and camelia. ThisContinue reading “Inertia”
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Happy Christmas and All That Jazz
Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, who ever you are with, I hope that you find joy and comfort and peace this Christmas. And of course lots of fun and laughter. And chocolate. But the Twiglets are all mine. Sending you all much love xxxx
Terrier
The wind is blowing and the raining is pouring and I have too much time to think. My mind is a terrier, shaking worries to no avail, when it would be more sensible to wander into happier mental climes. And who is suffering? The person who I believe wronged me? Not at all. They areContinue reading “Terrier”
Osteo and Friend
Sometimes you just get lucky. Osteospermum and photo-bombing friend.
Ennui and Apathy
I’ve been blogless this week. There are various reasons, most of them associated with ennui and apathy. These things happen. To tied you over, here is a Inula hookeri thinking about flowering.
Marigold Magic
You can argue as much as you like, it is very hard to better a pot marigold in full sail.
Crying Time
A client couple made me cry today. It wasn’t “a lone, elegant tear slowly tracking down my downy cheek” à la Sinead O’Connor. It was a full-on, scrunched-up, red-faced, ugly blub. I won’t mention their names, although I really should. As they deserve to be recognised. For their kindness; kindness over and beyond. It wasContinue reading “Crying Time”
Peace
I love a good sign.
Dark and Miserable
It is dark and miserable outside. I am grey and miserable inside. But yesterday this fabulous acacia was bright and joyful. Thank goodness for memories.
Camera Lies
Do not be fooled by the innocent blue sky. It was blowing ice. But at least it wasn’t raining. For a couple of hours this afternoon anyway, this morning was a stinker. I’ll take that. Small mercies.
Off The Edge Gardening 