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a birthday treat …

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Tomorrow is my birthday and I feel that I can now officially say that I am a young-at-heart old lady.  I am being spirited away to the Norfolk coast for a week for my birthday treat.  I can only hope for good weather to accompany us.  I shall not become downhearted as yet another year has passed – life is good, and I am living it to the full as best I can – keeping my brain active with lots of reading, writing and crosswords;  promising myself  to learn something new – this year it has been crochet and overcoming my fear of technology – and stretching my inventiveness trying to keep this blog interesting for all you good folk out there.Here are a few positive quotes about ageing.Today I am 65 years old .  I still look good.  I appreciate and enjoy my age.  A lot of people resist transition and therefore never allow themselves to enjoy who they are. Embrace the change no matter what it is; once you do, you can learn about the new world you’re in and take advantage of it.  You still bri…

a bit of warm dry weather can make all the difference …

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So far this week hasn’t been too bad at all weatherwise – on Monday I sat on the garden bench with a cup of tea and a book – in February – good heavens!The sun is inviting the early bulbs to flowerI spent the afternoon planting my new climbing roses – the leaves and birds obelisk was a Christmas present and now takes pride of place by the front door – the rose is Golden Showers.The patio pansies are flowering their socks off – and have been all winter – although they are looking a little battered and worn now – bulbs are pushing their way through in between them.The curly kale is just about finished now and starting to go to seed but there is no sign of any spears on the purple sprouting broccoli yet although the foliage really looks healthy and shows no sign of  upset at being dug up and moved from the allotment.and the Chard is still just about edible but will soon be going to seed.When indoors I have been working on two granny blankets after promising myself to learn to crochetand …

a busy weekend … one way or another …

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Saturday morning dawned with sunshine and a bitterly cold wind.  Husband was repairing the shed roof, a section of which the storms had lifted and blown away.At lunchtime a delivery of logs was expected – I loaded the wheel barrow and shifted from the road to the back garden log store  - husband stacked. Result – aching backs.Hopefully we have enough now to see us through the remains of the winter.In the garden surprise at seeing Delphiniums shooting alreadyand a small, but charming, drift of primroses starting to form.Self seeded crocus popping up in the herb bed amongst the Marjoram and Chives.On the kitchen window sill a tray of salad leaves thrive.Sunday was an entirely different matter – overcast, very windy and bloody cold.  Husband decides to tackle the straggly ornamental cherry which has just started budding and needs at least 3 feet cutting from the top.  (I shall be following this tree this year linking with Lucy at Loose and Leafy).  This meant that I had to be involved, l…

an accidental spending spree …

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I only went out to buy some potting compost, but you know how it is when you visit a garden centre -  I came back with a lovely little tree a Salix Pendula, Pussy Willow to you -   two new dahlia tubers, a Christmas Rose and an obelisk.Isn’t that always the way – oh well, it’s only money.I have one thing for free though  - a little bonus – my first crocus are blooming.Have yourself a good weekend.

bookworm–the year in books …

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February, so far, has been a busy month,  reading-wise, and hugely disappointing.  Three out of the four books I have read have not lived up to expectations.
My Darling Cecilia
If you're reading this, then I've died . . .
Imagine your husband wrote you a letter, to be opened after his death. Imagine, too, that the letter contains his deepest, darkest secret - something so terrible it would destroy not just the life you built together, but the lives of others too. Imagine, then, that you stumble across that letter while your husband is still very much alive . . .
Cecilia Fitzpatrick achieved it all - she's an incredibly successful business woman, a pillar of her small community and a devoted wife and mother. Her life is as orderly and spotless as her home. But that letter is about to change everything, and not just for her: Rachel and Tess barely know Cecilia - or each other - but they too are about to feel the earth-shattering repercussions of her husband's devastating sec…

so much to do … so little time …

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So – how was your Sunday – did you enjoy a day without wind and rain – did you bathe in glorious sunshine as we did?  I ventured into the front garden where it was sheltered and warm to do a little shrub pruning – I almost had to take my coat off.I cut the top third off the hardy fuschia, hypericum and cotoneaster tree, there is just the buddleia to chop back.There is still a lot to do out there after so many weather delays but little by little I am slowly making an impact on the garden – as you can see in the next picture, there is still a lot of dead stuff to be collected and beds to be cleared – I left all the forget-me-not seedlings in to help keep the soil from washing away but I will start to clear and move them now so I can think about sowing and planting some annualsHere are some that I will be sowing this yearI also have some wild flower mixes – it will be a bit of a squeeze trying to fit everything in but I do like the garden to be full of colour and bursting at the seams.  …

from the inside looking out ...

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The rain is lashing against the windows, the wind is howling and creeping in through the cracks and crevices and I am sitting here with a blanket wrapped around my legs - chilled to the bone, even though the heating in on.  I am trying to think positive thoughts



It is a case of keeping yourself occupied in weather like this.  So I have been busy editing my 2012 draft novel

and teaching myself to crochet

and staring out of the windows For weeks now I have been struggling with my computer.  Slow, slow, slow.  Coughing and wheezing and sounding like a steam engine.  Poor old thing - it is practically a pensioner - it hasn't done bad, I got it second hand and it must be at least thirteen years old - but now it is driving me potty - waiting for it to load, the screen freezing - at times I have felt like ending it all whilst waiting for it to connect to other blogs.  Then the keyboard refused to work and I had to replace it but it didn't help disguise the fact that the computer was…

a humdrum life ...

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Sometimes I am just not in the mood to think about blog posts - do you ever feel like that?  I so admire the folk that post everyday and make their posts varied and interesting - like Cro at Magnon's Meanderings who has just completed his 1,500th post and has a letter from the queen to prove it (not).  I fear I would bore you to death if I did that as my life is just so ...humdrum.     I suppose I could tell you that I received a parcel this morning from across the water containing the book 'A Delicious Life' by Marie over at 66 square feet which I won on the lovely Jennifer's blog Three Dogs in a Garden.      Or I could mention our tree chopping escapades last weekend, cutting the willow branches back that were overhanging the greenhouse, but that would be just boring      Or the fact that we had a grey squirrel in the garden for the first time in many years (no photo as it left as swiftly as it came).     And I doubt you wouldn't be interested in the peacock…