Wednesday 12th February 2025

Life goes on.

And the year goes on.

Wednesday was a warmer and brighter day, and light until five in the evening, and was not quite dark when Jools came home at half five.

By then I had been a busy bee.

I have no work really to prepare for, just follow up, so my days have openings.

Sorry, my calendar has openings. Windows. And with the sun having broken through the mist at dawn, it was warm enough to sit on the patio and watch the birds on the feeders.

At this time of year, after the local farmers have thrashed the hedges, gardens are pretty much the only source for food now. And we have had most of the usual garden birds, plus a few Jays coming in to jam up to 20 peanuts in their craw.

Blackbirds have started to sing, but looking around the garden, still the only spring flowers out are aconites, with the tally now having gone up to 7 (seven).

here is some work, but with Rune trying not to break his legs in Italy whilst skiing, and Henrik spent the day in Hamburg on a confined spaces Course.

So I worked on.

But at half ten with the sun shining and there being just a gentle breeze, I went to the shed to pick up the shears, broom and bin, and set about trimming the lavender which is thriving in front of the wall out the front, so much so the pavement is now only wide enough for one person, so the task was to widen that.

After half an hour shearing, sweeping, I do the Verbascums along the drive too. I tidy up and look at a job well done.

Heck, I even put the tools away, then go for a brew and lunch, sitting again on the patio as the air is filled with birdsong.

We have booked up another trip. In 13 months we will be going to Cyprus looking for orchids, and Jools will be coming along for the craic.

I did too much, of course, my back complained, and at the office, Jools had a hell of a day and did not leave for home until twenty past five. She called if I wanted to go to the gym, I said not a good idea. Phew, she said.

So we had toasted hot cross buns for supper once she was home, and a lazy evening of crafting or listening to football.