Take care,
Sophie
Have I managed to walk where there are cherries, plums or sloes in flower? Nope. Last week's wander encountered zero which although irritating, left me wondering why? And where are they?
Sophie
Take care,
Sophie
Balance is that key word which gets bandied around everywhere with no fixed definition. What felt like a balance last year sinks way out of kilter into the next. As an adult it's often the case that it feels like nothing changes. Each week is the same with no milestone 'life changing' turning points to reach and adapt to. That's all the more reason to give life a bit more scrutiny to ask are things good enough?
I don't think I asked this before and had I done so, my answer would have been no.
Instead of taking life as it is and trying to unpick a few issues, tease out the parts which have become problematic maybe it's a better idea to wipe the slate clean and start from scratch.
I'm going to be trying to apply a new philosophy from here on in and although it won't happen overnight, the longer you dig your feet in, the bigger the prints will be.
PS I assume you love Scrat the squirrel from Ice Age.
Take care,
Sophie
To do
- Visit the bluebells. Here there and everywhere (or at least somewhere)
- Scuff the wildflower patch and sow the seeds
- Forage elderflowers and make cordial and gin
- Harvest rhubarb and make copious crumble and gin
- Sow all the seeds and tend the flower plot, main allotment and the garden
- Uncover the bench, eat outside
- Take a holiday
- Get a haircut and ideally embark on a treatment regime
- Swap my wardrobe around and get rid of things which don't fit and search out things that do
- Not buy any more books and instead just read plenty I own, thus making some space on the bookshelf
- Visit spring gardens and get envious
- Start journaling my growing this year. I need notes to reference!
Already underway
- Foraging - we picked wild garlic and made a garlicky mashed potato and just wilted it as spinach.
- Spy what goes on in the natural world. See the bird of prey perched below, I think it's a buzzard.
Take care,
Sophie
This is the post which would have contained the magical shots of hares boxing in the early morning mist and sunbeams. I can still provide you with the mist but sadly not much in the way of hare action whatsoever.
Earmarked as a potential 'ideal habitat' 18 months ago we vowed to return at hare boxing time, those spring mornings which make the best times for hares to get about their business and pop on a show. Last March we missed it somehow with the beast from the east bringing all that snow. I imagine that hares vehemently avoid inclement weather as I do, but this might be an anthropomorphic sweeping assumption.
Below, bleeding tree??
Take care,
Sophie
