Some Kind of Progress…

Some Kind of Progress…

Now the weather was warming up, I needed to make a plan to get outside and do some work. I felt more than a little guilty leaving my desk for the great outdoors, but I had made a list of all the jobs I wanted to do this coming week, indoors and out, so no excuses. I had scheduled, tweaked, and sorted everything into neat little time slots, so barring divine interruption, nothing will be neglected.

And who knows, maybe a few miracles will occur along the way. Well, a girl can hope, can’t she?

I am not expecting any of it to be easy, as I am definitely feeling my age this year, and every muscle in my body has learned how to scream! I haven’t had the chest X-ray yet, so still puffing around like an ancient steam train. You know, the one who wished he could…

If I am honest, I would prefer to sit quietly in my office and write. Hey ho.

It was lovely to be outside at last, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. So that’s what it smells like!

My first job was my rapidly awakening bonsai, most of which are sprouting almost as I watched. I cleared their pots of dead leaves and weeds, and checked the soil, making mental notes as to which ones need repotting. Then I washed the shelves they sit on and swept the yard.

Then I moved to what I call the nursery area. This is where my fledgling bonsai live, along with cuttings and seedlings, and I do all the messy jobs.

I didn’t find any casualties this year, which was surprising, considering the terrible winter weather. My poor old azalea is finally blooming, and that was wonderful to see.

I wanted to plant up the dahlia tubers, but by the time I rooted out suitable pots and the right soil mix, I was flagging a little, and I hadn’t even looked at the garden yet. When I did take a look, the first job was immediately apparent. The grass had grown seemingly overnight and was approaching the difficult length for my mower to cope with.

This is when most of my plans went AWOL.

Torrential rain arrived and lasted all the next day. So much for being determined!

#Silent Sunday… Meditation…

Video by Bakhtiyor Sayakulov from Pixabay 

This is my idea of a peaceful Sunday… pity there was no sound though…

Silent Sunday…

Image by Руслан Сикунов from Pixabay 

It is still raining, but we love it… Have a lovely Sunday everyone!

Jaye’s Days… 30 degrees, and rising!

Today will be the hottest so far, I am reliably informed.

It’s lunchtime, and the temperature is already 30 degrees, so God knows what it will be later.

I don’t do heat very well, never have, probably because when I was a child, I fell asleep in the garden on a very hot day and woke up with sunstroke. Not something I would recommend!

I tried braving it and ventured out of doors yesterday. I survived but felt really ill. I have no energy, and my brain struggles with even the simplest tasks.

I thought I could make headway with the editing if I stayed indoors and drank plenty of water. I have half of a newsletter awaiting completion too, but everything might have to wait until the heat takes a hike.

On the bright side, we are promised thunderstorms and rain on Monday, and I cannot wait.

Neither can all my plants! We have a hosepipe ban in place, so all I have for them is the water in our rain butt. I hope it lasts until Monday, as it would be a shame to watch them shrivel up and die after how well they have done.

They’re not even red yet!
These were supposed to be a dwarf species!

As you can see, the plants are doing better than me,

so does anyone know a good rain dance that works!

#Monday Musing…

Here in the UK, it is already too hot to think. They say the weather will break tomorrow afternoon, with storms and a lot of rain. (Hopefully)

As my brain refuses to switch on this morning, I am thinking of doing a rain dance instead!

Keep cool, everyone, and pray for rain…

From Both of Us!

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 44- 24 August 2020

Joel Valve- Unsplash

This prompt reminds me of the tall tales
I used to tell my children when they were young
Like, I never mind the rain, as I don’t get wet,
because I can walk between the raindrops.
Now I imagine walking under the bridge of water
Just as they turned the power off
The downpour of downpours
Would hit me on the head
Like divine retribution
For the tall tales I told…

© anitadawes 2020