There is an overload of misery in the world, the van attack in France just one more horror in a sea of killing. The misery it will bring will run on for years, children run down without care or pity, it is very difficult to understand the mindset of the killer. This morning I made bread, gooseberry pie and a vegetarian gravy, a typically quiet morning and all I can wish for all these people that are so traumatised is the same peaceful life but somehow it will not happen.
So there I will cease, and record what has been happening in this small corner, well the cottage sale has accelerated, contracts exchanged in the next week or so, they wanted the sofa as well but it had already been moved.
My computer still plays up and will soon be replaced, it is just finding the right one. So to a walk along the river side with Lucy and that calm world of birdsong and wild grasses. Along this field the wild flowers, a couple of alien plants flourish, butterflies of the brown type flutter around, the bees feed on the thistles, and there is a crab apple overloaded with fruit. But first there is an oxen yoke, which is still to find a home somewhere in the house.
|a very needy spaniel!|
|the soft down of meadowsweet|
|mushrooms in the churchyard|