I woke up this morning to the sound of the radio at 6ish, I do not sleep well at night, so often have the radio on during the night. It was a nature programme these two young people and their three young children were self-isolating at home in the garden. And the two adults were talking about the swans, geese and red kites in their Chiltern garden next to the river. It was a perfect moment of how times have changed, as broadcasters stare down from assorted rooms (often small) rooms in their own houses and talk to us. Just one of the changes we experience in this time of self-isolation, and it is a very pleasant change. Will, when everything returns to some sort of 'normal' this be the future?
I gathered myself together at 6.30 and get up to the sun rising in the East an orange tinge to everything, my little kitten 'Green Eyes' was already peering over the wall for breakfast, so pot of tea made, I went into the garden, the sound of the woodpecker drumming away in the distance. Fed her biscuits, opened the doors to the chicken coop. My two nameless bantams have been supplying me with delicious small eggs, deep yellow yolks that colour homemade mayonnaise and cakes the colour of a daffodil.
Yesterday, the man from the garden centre left his box of green grocery on the door steps, with food also for the birds, half my bill covered that. But as my feeders twirl merrily on the whirligig clothes line at least I shall have entertainment of an avian form.
Rod the gardener comes today to cut the lawn, he will either come with his daughter or wife to do a speedy job (mmm). He will stand the necessary space needed from the front door and I suppose I will place his money on the doorstep.
Life goes on but in a different way! virtual tours will be resumed later.