Pottering

Tom is away, working in Ireland at the moment. I really miss him, but I am distracting myself by working very hard on my YOKES, and am enjoying pottering in the garden in my spare moments. I cannot use a spade (I have tried, and I just fall over), and we knew there was going… Read More

Summer days

It is a while since I’ve known a spell of weather like it. The verges have bloomed into wildflower meadows. Everything seems sharper, brighter, a dappled world of light and shade. The evening air is soft and fragrant. Folk stroll about, bare-armed, leisurely. Inside, the new rooms are cool and clean and very pretty. Bruce… Read More

September

It is is a lovely time of year. of fruits . . . . . . seedheads . . . . . . and turning leaves. Jesus seems even more than ordinarily contemplative. . . . . . and Bruce enjoys sampling the Autumnal undergrowth. . . For academics as well as students, this is… Read More

sprung

Surely one of the most satisfying things about any kind of journal keeping is the Gilbert White-like sense it can convey of seasonal continuity or change. At dusk yesterday, Jesus’s plum tree burst into bloom. I note that last year, after a particularly long and evil Winter, it had just started to flower on April… Read More

at home

It’s still snowing here. Snow is one of those things about which Jesus definitely is Not Sure. Just check out his plum tree. . . The wee man is spending the day inside, but me and Bruce have been out with the camera. I love the transformative effects of snow, even on the greyest winter… Read More