Ssshhhhhh….it is Bank Holiday Monday, the grass has been cut and now we are sleeping…
Apparently I all but promised to slap up a post on Sunday. It is true, I did, but interested readers will have to make do with photo randomness instead. Would you like to see my pot of pansies? Okay then…
Maybe a snap of my wildlife pond? This was my pond on 21st May…
And this is it today….
Finally, no mini-tour of my garden would be complete without a glimpse of my glorious pink bush…
They don’t make adverts like they use to. Why is that? We were spoilt in the eighties, although the drinks being advertised were probably the forerunners of alco-pops, and really weren’t that nice.
I did indeed want to grow up to be Lorraine Chase, or Joan Collins. I dreamt of a future wafting around in floaty frocks and being invited to house parties to sup Campari with suitable beaus.
It wasn’t to be. These adverts weren’t made for me. Turns out that my future was a little more rugged and mud filled – more wellies and waterproofs than sequins and pearls. Never mind. I can still look back on the future that never was, and smile.
The above short paragraph has been sitting in my drafts file since the 27th April. I have no idea why I didn’t publish it. Jon is now on holiday for 10 days so he won’t see it – and that is the problem – our daily blogger, Jon, is away. Daily bloggers are lynch pins within blogging communities, and without them, even for a short time, communities can fall apart. In Jon’s absence I will try extra hard to publish some posts. Mr Devine is making an effort to post every Sunday, and even Dinah has popped up again. I think Sunday is a good day to choose for some regular blogging – I might even tackle a Wednesday as well! But maybe that’s simply another wild dream? Scotch mist, anyone?
Thank you for your well wishes – they worked, I am now well, other than a bit of a sniff. Having Covid was an experience – it was like having a cold and the flu at the same time, the one blessing was that although it was intense it was also short lived. It felt like it went on forever but in reality I was only glued to the sofa for about a week. My advice if you catch it is to do absolutely nothing until the worst of it passes and that way you will probably heal faster. Most people already know this! I was thankfully very late to the party.
Meanwhile, I am trying to get back into calligraphy and being a little bit creative. I feel very bland and unimaginative – but I managed to make this….
Car Crash
And when the sun came out [briefly] it was time to make hay leaving the view green and pleasant…
Pretty Colours
Moody…
As a bonus, and because I’ve been sifting through old photographs, here is a picture of me that I managed to develop from a very old negative with help from a iPad app.
I have finally succumbed to the dreaded lurgy, and have tested positive for The Covid. Please forgive my lack of blog visiting – my head hurts and I feel dizzy. Bad throat, though not too bad, and thankfully no coughing.
Typical though – first beautiful weekend in the UK and I am glued to the sofa.
I will be back doing the rounds soon.
Sxxx
…because September is when I choose whether to renew my WordPress subscription. I may choose not to as I don’t feel I write enough posts to warrant the outlay. I am off the boil, or just plain off!
Curiously, I do keep a written journal, and now, an online journal. What the hell do I write there that I can’t write here??? Am I writing about the seething hotbed of sex and depravity in my locality? Am I disclosing hitherto unknown secrets about friends, neighbours, family, and Prince Harry? Am I a closet collector of fetish rubber wear??? Shall we see?? Shall I publish today’s entry???
Today’s Prompt: What is something I love about this season?
So far the season of Spring has not been very seasonal! Obviously I enjoy the extra light in the evenings and the sound of joyful birdsong in the mornings – or I would do if we had any.
This is a photograph from today:-
This looks more like December than April. It is giving me Christmas vibes. It is making me hanker for a fire in the wood burner and a warm blanket on the sofa. It is not making me want to shop for t-shirts and shorts.
I have just added my photographs to the BBC Weather Watchers site – everywhere else in Devon has blazing sunshine!!! What’s that all about??? I swear I even felt a spit of rain when I was out. It’s not fair!!
What I love about the season? The promise of summer, but 2023 isn’t yet promising me anything special.
There, not that exciting! You should all feel very grateful that I keep my blathering to myself.
….with a nice knitting pattern resulting in World peace. In September 2022 Devine was coerced into a writing collaboration with Ms Scarlet Ambrosia Blue [1917 – ?]. This arrangement proved to be beneficial for them both as each time a new instalment was published readers would clamour to their blogs desperate to be the first to leave a pithy insightful comment, and perhaps be instrumental to furthering the plot. However, the collaboration was short lived and ended when Blue cried foul play. During the climax of their epic adventure Devine turned Blue into a mouse thus rendering her a mere squeak in the Blogosphere. With hindsight it is clear that Blue was suffering from the delusions that would later become the inspiration for her Mogwashian Opus [paperback only – £0.99, Amazon] – as with all of Blue’s work it contained too many commas, lacked a perceivable structure and a satisfactory conclusion, and, to make matters worse, it had an irrelevant, long-winded chapter about using cheese as an insulation material.
In March 2023 Inexplicably Devine had another birthday, specifically on the 22nd March, although it was seen to spread well into April, and popped up again in both August and November for an encore. By this time Devine was at his most creative and influential; aided and abetted by his new familiar, Bertie, Devine found fresh impetus to watch science-fiction based visual media whilst ensconced on a long upholstered seat with a back and arms that provided physical ease and relaxation. It was from this place of comfort that Devine was kidnapped and then trapped in what he colourfully described as the ‘Rubber Ducky Room’. This room would become the blueprint for Devine’s much lauded….
Wilmslow, Peter (2036) Blog Communities, The Early Years, Vermilion Press
Wonky Words 