Writing something every now and then. Sometimes the mind goes a complete blank, especially after a week of headaches, for some weird reason a headache will often start after the coffee break. Sometimes I wonder if the bruising pain just wipes all thought from the head, note I did not say intelligent thought.... When my mind is in 'free roam' mode I study things of 'interest', only to me of course, my latest has been a very long (500 metre) barrow cairn just under Rough Tor on Bodmin Moor. Someone said it could have been a walk way, here I must introduce the words ritual and sacred, (the act of procession) walking to the cheesewring of Rough Tor, or maybe even it could be a boundary line, a demarcation of territory and space. I cease to ponder and move on.
Life is quiet, spring is just outside the window the birds hopping importantly around the lawn, magpies and crows cruising the roof tops looking for eggs. The sky this morning, the soft peach of the sun overlies grey clouds giving that unusual colour to the vegetation. Primroses are bold in the beds, Bowles purple wallflower is beginning its flowering period.
Returned to my patchwork, why am I so untidy?? pinned the three pieces together with pins, almost ruined my sewing machine, so have decided to hand quilt.
Today is of course Easter Sunday, cannot escape it on radio 4, to be quite honest being a non-believer it infuriates me, Sunday has always been a peaceful day for me, it stands out as quiet, even Asda does not open till 10 ;)
|Pound shop frog who used to croak at one stage|
|cuttings will be coming with me to Yorkshire|
|The first sign of the perennial geranium, summer is definitely on its way|