Late Blooms

The weather is still warm enough to sit in the garden so I leave the sofa and set up camp in the garden.  My visitor today is a spider who sits in its web motionless, waiting.    My days have settled into a pattern, read, knit, mugs of tea and coffee, or for a change my Cornishware teapot and cup as a treat for myself.  A gentle walk around the garden.  Check out the veg and weeds growing in the veg garden.  The peas have turned a mottled white and died.  They need to be pulled out and be disposed of, but not by me.  I have learned my lesson.  The pain has retreated to one area, I want it to stay there and not engulf me again.

 I have been avoiding the television.  I don't have the energy for politicians and their lies.  I will shout at the television another day.  There are going to be a lot of people in Scotland disappointed which ever way the vote goes.  Today I will stick with simple pleasures.

I have sweetcorn growing, my first time.  I didn't know where the sweetcorn would appear from.   Suddenly they are here, little tufts sticking out.  Roses have appeared again, little pops of colour just as the rest of the garden is shutting down.  I need to plan for next year, spring bulbs to be bought and planted.  I feel frustrated.  Someone told me how many days to Xmas, I don't want to know.  Life seems to be passing me by at the moment.

Thank you all for your comments yesterday, I found quilt making late in life and it brings me so much joy.  The quilts I have in my house are not for show, they are used, they get worn and stained and shoved in the washing machine, which all adds to their character.  I am grateful to blogland for keeping me sane.  I enjoy reading about you all, getting to know you, seeing your photos.  It makes my world a little bigger than the sofa and the garden.

Chickpea xx