Skip to main content

How long???


Heavens to Murgatroyd - I knew it had been a while since I’d last blogged but I didn’t realise it had been THAT long. Almost two months! How did THAT happen, eh? Eh?? 

I’ll tell you how it happened. Whilst I would like to say it has been down to the effect of a retrograde Mercury causing havoc in astral communications, or a Barbary ape making off with my iPad, the blame lies firmly with me, myself and I for taking a bit of time to do some thinking. A lot of thinking. The trigger for this thinking has been from working through, and completing, Part 3 of my Healer training. It has raised lots of ‘stuff’ that needed deep consideration and thought of the ‘contemplating one’s navel’ variety. Of course, other stuff has happened, to whit I shall fill you in now…

1) the first batch of baby swallows (those from the previous post on 11th June) have fledged and flown. Four in all, right mess they’ve made in the laundry - I shall have to take a stiff broom and lots of hot, soapy water to the concrete floor once Autumn arrives and the swallows are on their way to Africa…

2)…and thus they left room in the nest for Mummy and Daddy Swallow to set about producing Brood Number Two which hatched last week so will probably fledge by the middle of August and make even more mess. It’s a mucky job, running a birdie B & B.

3) The garden is looking grand! Greenhouse full of tomatoes and chilli peppers. Chilli pepper production has gone into overdrive this year. Gardeners will recognise the point when you can’t give away courgettes from your traditional courgette glut. Well, I reckon we’ll hit that sweet spot with chilli peppers, too…

4)…and yes, we have a courgette glut, too. Sigh…I know…curried courgette soup, here I come…

5) Been harvesting beetroot and kohlrabi. Gooseberries and blackcurrants.And raspberries. Oh my goodness - sooooooo many raspberries! The freezer is chock full of them. The jam is spectacular! The summer ones have finished now. This morning, Andy picked the first handful of the Autumn crop. Still to come we have carrots and parsnips, broccoli, chard, cabbage and apples. Plums and damsons will be thin on the ground because their blossoms were had by the late frosts. But hey…raspberries!! Win some, lose some. 

6) I’m making more plans for the garden. Next year is going to be Year of the Flowers. And rhubarb. We shall also be in full veg production because we have been compost-making a-go-go and, fingers crossed, all eight beds will be full and ready to rock’n’roll. 

7) Remember the pompom rug I made to use up all the odds and sods of wool from my wool stash? Well, I’ve started a similar project to use up all the odds and sods of fabric in my fabric stash. Random patchwork ahoy! 
It’s going to be a cheerful little number. Not sure what it’s going to be, or how big it will grow. But it’s keeping me entertained, away from the cake tin AND is a good activity for thinking to. 

8) The back bedroom is going to be redecorated AT LAST. It’s the only room we haven’t touched since we moved here but the new bed arrived on Thursday, the mattress is imminent, the Carpet Man is coming out on Tuesday with his tape measure and samples, and I’ve been eyeing up paint and wallpaper and coming to the conclusion that, as the room is small, it’d be best to keep everything off-white. Or maybe a very pale green. Anyway, it’s being done, a year later than planned, but done. Hurrah! 

9) Mollie and May are taking turns being broody. Mollie gets broody over May’s eggs and stops laying. As soon as she has got the idea I’m not letting her sit on eggs, she starts laying again, and then May goes broody over Mollie’s eggs. Anyway, it means that more often than not I am turfing a grumpy hen out of the nest box. Magnus and Tootsie continue to be idiots. Bambino Bobble Wilson has lost weight and is looking very sleek and sexy and no longer like a massive black furry dollop of watermelon.

And that’s about it. Part 4 of my Healer Training starts in October and I’ve plenty of studying and practise to do ‘twixt now and then. Still working two days a week, sometimes three, which is fine. Reading loads. Have tuned all the house radios to Classic FM. Am avoiding the news. Bought new cropped pyjamas from M & S. I’ve called them my Goldilock pyjamas because they are neither too long, nor too short, too hot nor too cold - they are just right! They do not smell of porridge.

Life is good! 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Frosted Dawn Enigma

The decorators are in at the moment. Stairs and landing. Given my previous history of 'Hoo Ha Occurring on Stairs ' - reference the Trapped Under the Sofa Incident and the Foot Wedged Between Bookcase and Stair Rise Debacle - I thought it wise to pay for professionals to decorate the stairs and landing rather than get myself in a mix with ladder and plank combinations and achieve the Magic Three of staircase accidents. The decorators are a father and son combo who go by the  names of Craig and David. This automatically causes me entertainment. 'Came in on a Monday, prepped, filled and undercoated, back on Thursday, first top coating, by Friday finishing touches...' Okay, not as frisky or well-scanned as the original song, but you get where I'm coming from. Anyway, before they started the job Craig asked what colour I wanted for the walls. 'Same colour as the downstairs walls, please,' said I. 'Dulux Frosted Dawn.' And then white for ...
2 comments
Read more

Day 1 - Decisions Are Made Beyond the Author's Control.

‘Well,’ I say, looking at the expectant faces gathered around the huge table in the Great Dining Hall of Much Malarkey Manor, ‘I didn’t think it was going to happen this year, but it is!’ There is a sharp intake of breath as everyone wonders of what I speak. I’ve been muttering about all sorts recently, and I’m not talking liquorice here either.   ‘The Much Malarkey Manor Annual and Traditional Christmas Story!’ I say, and wait for the expulsed air of relief to settle before I continue. ‘I thought we had done it all. I thought we had covered every Christmas story there was. I’ve been wracking my brains for a full two months now, trying to come up with something we haven’t done before and then it hit me! We haven’t done a version of one of the Great Christmas Films of Yore!’ ‘Your what?’ says Mrs Slocombe, who is more interested in the selection of pastries I have brought to this breakfast meeting, because that is what one does, isn’t it? Eat pastries at breakfast...
8 comments
Read more

Sun Puddles

A few weeks ago, I met up with a dear friend for a meditation and healing afternoon, both of us being light workers on the spirit pathway. It did me good to re-engage in a bit of focused energy channelling (because I have let my practice slip somewhat) and during the afternoon the words ‘sun puddles’ popped into my head.  Now, I know this wasn’t my human brain thinking these words because I have never heard the phrase before; when I arrived home, I looked it up and said to myself, ‘Aaah, you mean sun spots!’ This is a sun puddle... ...there! That thing that Flora is lying on. No, not the sofa - the warm patch of sunshine on the sofa. Here are Flora and Bambino sharing a sun puddle... This proves that no matter how much they scrap with each other and try to denude each other of fur all over my rugs, they secretly share a mutual and fond admiration. I think. And here is Bambino on a sun puddle that has come to rest on my legs... It’s his casual, ‘I’m so cool’ pose. Metaphorically coo...
3 comments
Read more