Showing posts with label #One Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #One Week. Show all posts

From St Jude to St Valentine



one week


Autumn arrived with a howling gale,
Trees fell,
Power cut.

A sigh of relief,
Storms over,
Winter on the way.
A promise of crisp days,
Perhaps snowy walks.
A time to hibernate.

But oh no!
Christmas ruined.
No power for days.
Cut off.
Is this Armageddon?

New Year starts in the same way.
Floods everywhere.
Ground water rising.
Power out,
Light the fire.



Again and again.
Wearing us down,
Down,
Down into the mud.

A few days in Singapore,
Heaven.
Dry, warm, sunshine,
Heals body and soul.



The final storm,
No Valentines Day for us.
Boiling water on the fire.
Has 2014 really come to this?

The road is a river,
The potholes large enough to swallow a truck.
Too wet to repair,
Helpful traffic cones are half submerged in eroding tarmac.
Watch out cyclist….



Next day, the jet stream is on its way north.
Signs of spring all around,
What ever  happened to winter?




* St Jude storm 28 October 2013
* Valentines Day  storm 14 February 2014

Vamos!

Linking up with #One Week - Autumn '13 hosted by Older Mum (In A Muddle).


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We made a deal a few years ago. Mr B runs marathons. I get to choose where. This time, it was Valencia. A little later in the season than usual, we wondered what autumn in Valencia would be like. As it turned out, it was blue skies, warm sunshine, fabulous architecture, stunning food, friendly people, superb shopping - oh, and a personal best in the marathon for Mr B. 

This is our autumn #One Week (well, four days) in Valencia.



Post card
Race day - around the course.
11,800 athletes
Dogs come too
And finally, just because this amused me.
Find out what this really is here

Dear Friend (sharing grief)

Dear Friend,

I am so sorry to hear that your dear Dad has passed away. I know your pain. The sadness. The overwhelming emotion of dealing with the death of a loved one.

Your Dad's death has brought back memories of my own mother's death, not quite two years ago. The grief still residing just under my skin, waiting for a wound through which to surface.

I understand now the feelings of grief. I recognise the melancholy. I don't stop myself from weeping at the thought of who I have lost.

And neither should you. Cry, remonstrate. Talk. Tell us how you are feeling. Laugh. Remember.

Be strong for your family.

I wrap my heart around you.

❤

Perfect peony, May 2013
I'm linking up this post with Older Mum (In A Muddle) for #One Week - Spring '13. Delighted to be joining in again.

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A spring garden

Linking up with Older Mum (In A Muddle) for #One Week - Spring '13. Delighted to be joining in again.

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Autumn planting gives spring colour
We've been busy in the garden, taking advantage of the warm, sunny days and long, light evenings. And it's paying off. The bulbs we planted in the autumn are just about finishing their showiness, just a few alliums standing tall and purple amongst the last tulips.









Rhododendrons
in spring woodland garden


Our garden is a woodland spring garden, having its best colour at this time of year. The glorious azaleas and rhododendrons are magnificent in their colour.


We have also been busy making more structural changes. It started with the re-locating of the compost area earlier in the year. This has made space for the new potting shed. The little greenhouse has been moved too, and the site marked up. So, any day now, the men will come to lay the concrete base.

Greenhouse for sentimental value,
on the plot for the new potting shed
Our wildlife area is home to bees and spiders and baby birds, and many other creatures I hope.

Bee nest, for solitary bees
Blue tit box, always in use
Bumble bee box, now home to various spiders

We moved the old veggie box into its new position next to the hedge, a perfect spot for the raspberries. I have to treat the timber first though, and line the box, before I can sieve the compost back into the box, erect the tall bamboos and put up the birdnetting. All quite achievable.
Renovating the old veggie box as a new raspberry planter
Mr B's lawn, and potato planter, mini greenhouse for
tomatoes, cucumbers and aubergines, new planter for raspberries
The veggie patch is planted up. The kitchen garden is planted up. After last year's awful crop, I was a bit wary about doing veg this year. I heard a garden expert on a local radio station talking about the problem of the long cold winter and what home veggie gardeners should do to get a crop this year. He said (more or less) 'Don't sow seeds, buy good quality plants. The plants need to be strong this year and raising weak plants from seedlings in the cold spring won't help. Buy lots of plants. Plant densely, especially in the kitchen garden. This will keep the pests down, and encourage cut and come again picking. And finally, he said don't swap self-propagated plants with your neighbour. In doing this, we risk passing on plant diseases, weakening the crop in the future.' Wow, that was a lot of do's and don'ts.

Veggie patch
Kitchen garden
Last weekend, I popped out to the garden centre and chose loads of veggie plants - sweetcorn, carrots, leeks, red onions, dwarf beans, broad beans, beetroot, celery, sweet pepper, beefsteak tomato, aubergine and cucumber. I planted densely, but less so in the veggie patch. I had already planted my early potatoes and those plants look fabulous in what has now become 'the potato planter'.




I did get a few cabbage plants from the neighbour's Grandma. They are doing well, and in return I sent Grandma a few celery plants.

So veggies planted, brambles under control, hens eating the weeds, I painted the metal warthogs red. Job done. 

Metal warthogs, travelled from Africa
A serene setting for the warthogs, next to a bench
and watched by the wood carving man
I think we can relax for a bit. Except for Mr B, who loves looking after his lawn.

A passion for lawn mowing
And a couple of mad Boxers thrown in for good measure