Season of mists and mellow....
Etc. Studied Keats at A level. I found him to be a strange combination of bitter and too flowery. Thomas Hardy, who I also studied, has turned out to be a lifelong companion. I adore the descriptions of rural life not so very long ago. His characters remain real and human to me, as does the bleakness that life sometimes offers. If we had a son I would have named him Gabriel Oak, not sure husband chops would have agreed..... Anyhoo, life plods along, thoughts and moods come and go. Feelings are over-examined and then dismissed. I try not to link everything to mental illness, but as it's my biggest fear in life, it's hard not to.
Darling granddaughter changes every time we see her, I had completely forgotten that babies practice this alchemy. From a baby-shaped bundle, a little personality is emerging. She has her dads eye/forehead area and her mums' lungs!
Our own "baby" has turned 28! Not sure how that happened, Last time I looked she was a fierce little lion in a goal keepers kit, taking on all comers and winning.
Keith takes it all in his stride- eat, shit, steal, repeat. His recall is improving, his food choices are not. Partly chewed snail seems to be a current favourite, along with licking my shoes. Yuck. He met the granddaughter and ignored her until she started wailing! Unless she tastes of snail he doesn't want to know.
The garden is starting to settle into autumn, soon it will be time to net the pond and start collecting the bloody oak leaves. As much as I love the oaks that border our garden, the leaves are a different matter. Oak leaves take forever to break down, so collecting them up and adding them to the council garden waste bin is the only option. I'm gearing myself up for a serious pruning session, I do like a tidy winter garden. No drifts of seed heads for me, Oh no, It's all military haircut for my garden. Husband has been building a lean-to around the side of the bungalow, to move all his crap, sorry, quality items from the old garden shed. This is going to be replaced by a HUGE workshop for him to do manly things in! Hopefully, he will also empty some of his stuff from inside the house into said workshop. We shall see....
Keith takes it all in his stride.
Darling granddaughter changes every time we see her, I had completely forgotten that babies practice this alchemy. From a baby-shaped bundle, a little personality is emerging. She has her dads eye/forehead area and her mums' lungs!
Our own "baby" has turned 28! Not sure how that happened, Last time I looked she was a fierce little lion in a goal keepers kit, taking on all comers and winning.
Keith takes it all in his stride- eat, shit, steal, repeat. His recall is improving, his food choices are not. Partly chewed snail seems to be a current favourite, along with licking my shoes. Yuck. He met the granddaughter and ignored her until she started wailing! Unless she tastes of snail he doesn't want to know.
The garden is starting to settle into autumn, soon it will be time to net the pond and start collecting the bloody oak leaves. As much as I love the oaks that border our garden, the leaves are a different matter. Oak leaves take forever to break down, so collecting them up and adding them to the council garden waste bin is the only option. I'm gearing myself up for a serious pruning session, I do like a tidy winter garden. No drifts of seed heads for me, Oh no, It's all military haircut for my garden. Husband has been building a lean-to around the side of the bungalow, to move all his crap, sorry, quality items from the old garden shed. This is going to be replaced by a HUGE workshop for him to do manly things in! Hopefully, he will also empty some of his stuff from inside the house into said workshop. We shall see....
Keith takes it all in his stride.
Hmmm, his recall s improving?
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