What happened to the last three weeks?
There was the HOT. Taking life easy, enjoying being outside. Suppers on
the balcony, even a barbecue.
The garden needed a drink twice a day, which is how I came up close and
personal with the runner bean trench one evening, brandishing the watering can.
Grazed knee, cut finger, covered in earth and water (mud). We need a hosepipe
I declared, after phoning the chiropractor.
Then there was the COLD and RAIN, and the arrival of the hosepipe.
I finished the indigo quilt
it's folded up ready to go to it's new home
We had visitors. Young Mr. Ben developed Chicken Pox. Poor little chap, he was
covered. I had quite forgotten how awful and itchy it could be. All recovered now.
I had some mending, boro style, to do
there's more mending to do on my favourite
silk/ linen indigo jacket
We watched the Queen's Jubilee Celebrations indoors. The Tuesday street party
was cancelled. Torrential rain.
I dyed a selection of pale threads, which is unusual. Perhaps they compliment the
washed out weather.
I have been reading Hemmingway and John Le Carre. Not my usual fare, but I
found myself in our local library, after years of absence. Both a good read.
Something to dip into during the European Football Cup, two matches per night,
if you please!
I also heard a poem on the radio, and I am not really keen on poetry, but I liked the
first bit especially. The Sea Mouse by Amy Clampitt. 'The orphanage of possibility
has had to be expanded to admit the sea mouse.' I like to think of my room now as
such an orphanage. not to sea mice obviously, but all those boxes full of possibilities.
Yesterday I repotted my indigo plants. They are going along pretty well, should be
much larger by now - they will catch up. However, with the temperatures possibly
going down single figures overnight, decided to let them sleep indoors. In June!
It's now a beautiful afternoon. I shall have a potter in the garden. Hosepipe
not required on journey.
