Lillie and I went to the market yesterday afternoon, with her flaming red hair she is not unsurprisingly eye-catching. People admire the colour she has spent so much time over the last two days and it is stunning. We sat and drank good coffee and I bought some coffee beans from a whole host of tins, not sure what to pick I asked for strongish and slightly sweet flavour. Normally I go for 4 strength from the supermarket.
The market is truly old fashioned at least three butchers and small stalls of everything else. We went into the ironmongers, packed tight with everything under the sun, I wanted a rubber bath mat for the oversized bath my daughter has, which I have great trouble getting out of.....
Took time to photo some flowers along the way, there is alongside the canal mounds of yellow cone flowers, and lots of Canadian geese, who find an easy living as people throw them food. A great bed of herbs winds it scented thyme way to the market, only I can't smell it only imagine crumpled between my fingers.
Do I miss the garden, yes and no. For a great guilt was beginning to stir that I was not keeping on top of the weeds, so to be able to walk past the flowers and herbs and not be responsible gives me a great sense of relief.
Well the Stonehenge Tunnel has finally hit the wall of not being built, after all that money thrown at the discussion, the judge ruled "an error of law" had been made in not taking the longer tunnel into account. Alongside the Unesco threats of disbanding several heritage sites in Britain. Stonehenge can still be viewed from the busy A303 by passing holidaymakers (for free). Given the fact that pollution from cars is a factor in climate change, and we will all be changing to silent electric cars perhaps the Stonehenge Tunnel had already become redundant anyway.
Yesterday I read something from the Dalai Lama, wish I had kept it, he said there were two things that led to negativity. The first one was of course the self, the me, me, me attitude, but the other negativity attitude was something to do with reality in front of us not existing, wish Paul was here to explain.
I know the beautiful greenness of the trees is not what is there but something else. But if our reality only exists because our brains have formed the world in front of us to our own conceptual thought, is my seeing so different from anyone else's?
And to add to yesterday's blog, 'Meanderings' came up on my Word Press site, I see from my emails that you have to pay for this site.