slow time

The annual bamboo harvest is taking place; mighty stems have been gathered and are waiting to be held aloft, balanced on fingertips, cast into the river or just contemplated.

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Meanwhile the Rooks are roosting.  Along the road to the Horse Chestnuts and Limes surrounding the church, at 9.26 this evening, the Rooks returned with exuberance. Flying over our house in huge numbers, an impressive sight.

What I find even more impressive is their artfulness in practical matters; during term time I admire the Corvids on the school field. Every day during lessons they hang out and I intend to set up the tripod and photograph these glossy birds full of character. Last week the opportunity was there, holidays had begun and classes were empty but so was the school field! The rooks clearly know the source of their food and for six weeks the school field is of no interest to them.

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extraordinary tails

This week two blankets arrived by post from Opusanglicanum, thank you thank you.

blue blanket

I am very grateful to everyone who has responded to my request for blankets, they are not the easiest of items to post but they are hugely appreciated.  Cushions are being sent out in return – a slow start but now the holidays are here production is speeding up; hares, foxes, goats, badgers and ring tailed lemurs are being delivered far and wide.

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an ordinary life

I am approaching the second toe of a long overdue pair of birthday socks.  I have been distracted by freewheeling machine embroidery, encouraging remarks (thank you everyone) and the market economy.

With all of this in mind, last week, when Fred showed me the most recent hole in his Isle of Wight socks (year 6 school trip) I casually suggested that because of time constraints we may have to purchase some socks from a Shop. You know the sort that are readily available in packs of 3, 5 or 7 striped or plain, cotton blend… Ordinary.

We did it, together we chose a pack of 5 stripy, cotton blend socks. Success I thought. But the socks have been rejected, they are too thin, too tight or too something.  The Something cannot be clearly defined but it is not a good something, ‘they are just not normal’

So a deal has been done; in return for a good boxed set, a bottle of Rioja and a clear floor….

gdf letter!

I will get out the hereditary darning mushroom and more sock yarn will be chosen.