Wednesday, October 7, 2020

"a pessimist is only an optimist with more information"

 


I am beginning to feel like a hermit, the winter draws near and of course it all gets worse rather than better.  Yesterday morning I took a walk round the fields.  Leaving Lucy behind, she would not be able to keep up.  Of course it made me sad, but life has to change even if it is only in infinitesimal ways and she often wakes up with a limp.  I wanted to see if the barn owls were around.


Well as you can see the old barns are still there, no work has been done for the new wedding venue.  The farm itself is always busy now, linked up with the other two farms in Great Edstone,  there is a lot of farm traffic through the village.


The land is rather sad at this time of the year, the leaves on the trees have lost their glow of greenness, already yellowed ones are beginning to tumble.  The barn owl was not to be seen, perhaps winter will bring their cry.  A little batch of long tailed tits have just swept through the garden, their twittering so recognisable.


But the crab apple tree is full once more with fruit turning too yellow.  One good thing has happened in the fields, is new gates with proper easily opened catches.  Heavy gates with complicated locks are the bane of walkers.

And that wicked foreigner - Himalayan Balsam - hangs on in the odd corner, trailing along the river bank, happy in its new found home.


And last of all before I cross the old bridge, the small orchard of apples has a good harvest.  Our apples from the village, and there are plenty of them go to Kirkbymoorside for juicing and the bottles of apple wine sold on.

I sound somewhat sombre, could be because of the music I am playing.  Or it could be that one of my dreams last night was a white-faced Trump, as if he had risen from his coffin to berate us once more with his nonsense.  Here is Suzanne Moore to cheer you up, and also something to remember ;)





15 comments:

  1. Someone just down the road from me has what I think is a Siberian Crab in her front garden - and now the fruit has fallen all over the footpath - it is the most beautiful colour. And a little further on there is a clump of young silver birch - golden leaves still. Michaelmass daisies in many gardens so all in all plenty of colour still around here.

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    1. The nursery crab apples display beautifully coloured fruit, my neighbour has one as well.

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  2. My Grandma didn't do any of those things.

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    1. She probably shimmied and did the Charleston Tom!

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    2. I believe she did. From Flapper to Slapper in 30 years.

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  3. I am a grandma who did a lot of those things. I bet my kids and grandkids would be so surprised! I enjoyed the article by Suzanne Moore - such good common sense really. Thanks for sharing it, Thelma!

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    1. It is weird looking back at those times Ellen, and now there is almost a daily occurrence of musicians and singers of that age dying of old age. The Guardian has good female writers who can be funny as well.

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  4. I'm not a grandma yet, sadly, but I did most of those things!

    Here it's feeling very autumnal (just started raining) and the Wild Geans (cherries) have scarlet leaves in places. The wheel is turning, and I am already looking ahead and buying Christmas presents, though it will be a VERY low key affair this year with just the 3 of us, and then Danny & Gabby getting together for celebrations.

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    1. Apart from Xmas also a house move as well. I can remember a friend coming to my wedding, at least 7 months pregnant with a short mini dress on and you didn't dare look when she bent down Jennie.

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  5. Mark me as one of those grandmas--though I was smart enough not to smoke cigarettes. Slim or otherwise.

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  6. I only tried smoking once, trying to keep up with the girls when the coach came to collect us, temped at Clarnicos. But seeing people spend a fortune today makes me glad I never took up the habit as well.

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  7. Thanks, Thelma. My car had foreign plates, and I did the rest.
    The walk around the property was lovely.

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  8. I note that you are feeling like a hermit Thelma. I am sure that a date with a hermit can be arranged. I know a nice hermit who lives in a cave in The Peak District but he could do with a haircut and a shower.

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  9. Don't like cold caves you will have to do better;)

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