Our March 2023 Garden 🙂

The first thing to say is my blood results are all excellent. Pristine, I'm told. Phew! I've been feeling really off colour, a friend has covid and I've had something close to Sinusitis, even though a nurse told me I wasn't in enough pain to have it. Thankfully, with some codeine I managed to get through it. It's a worry as TTP is an autoimmune condition.

Anyway, I've been away to spend some time with family and am home again. Always a delight, and hard to leave, but they have their own lives. I’m grateful they’re all doing so well 😊

Our garden has begun to awaken and I'm relieved to see some real signs of spring at last. The frog spawn has unfortunately vanished. Possibly heron breakfast, we've had visits before. Such a shame, all that effort on the frogs' part and now no tadpoles. Nature, of course, but harsh.

Here are a few signs of spring in our garden 🙂

Primroses in between old sleeper steps

Cyclamen amongst a Shamrock

Grape Hyacinths in an old sink

Red Dogwood breaking into leaf

The Camelia looks a bit battered by the recent weather.

There are tiny blossom buds on the pear tree that was moved in the autumn. I wasn't sure it would take and am so pleased that it has. Hopefully we will have home grown dessert pears later this year.

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10th Dec 2024, Trees

There's something about trees that is ultra calming. Just looking them, but walking through them is just amazing. They are timeless. When family come to stay we always walk in the woods. It's something everyone should do, I recommend it for exercise and wellbeing. At this time of year, many people are thinking about trees. Our Christmas Tree has been decorated since 2nd Dec, and it certainly helps brighten our home during this darkest month when the daylight is at its shortage. Our tree is artificial, we've had it for years. It's carefully packed away each January and reassembled at the beginning of December. It's decorated with ornaments collected over the years, gifts from friends and family, near and afar, and souvenirs from our holidays We love our tree 😊. Trees come in all sizes 😊 Another favourite tree in our garden is our Acer. It's beautiful all through the year, especially autumn, ...

31st October 2024, I'm A Halloween Grinch 🎃

I don't like Halloween. It's origins or the 21st Century version. Right from it's beginnings it has been about death and spirits of the dead. I always say I'm not superstitious, but somethings shouldn't be messed with. Halloween, or All Hallows Eve, has been turned from a Celtic tradition to ward off evil and spirits, to a commercial nightmare. I know that many will say that nowadays it's just a bit of fun, but like my fear of spiders, its maybe instinct. Maybe its the near death experiences that TTP survivors have, a little too close to home. Winter in this part of the world brings darkness and cold, something that the Celtic people took seriously. If any misfortune befell them in the winter, they likely didn't survive. For a while the Christian form of All Hallows Eve became a time when the poorest folk would beg at more wealthy folk’s doors for food, in return for offering prayers. Now children are encouraged to trick ...

29th December 2024, New Year Approaches

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