Monday, 26 November 2018

Tall Cat is dismayed


All our garden fences have fallen down.
It is Liberty Hall round our way for foxes
and cats.


New fencing arrived today.
Tall Cat hot-footed it round to see what was happening.


I have tried to explain to him
that it is going to be a bit more difficult to pop in.
He will need to jump up.

'How high?' he asked.

'About five feet,' I said.

'You're kidding,' he said.

'Seriously?' he said.

'But what about my adoring public?
I'm the only reason people visit your blog these days.'

I am seriously considering cutting a cat flap in one of the panels.

My husband thinks I am mad.
What do you think?

Monday, 19 November 2018

in absentia



Yes I do see how Instagram lures
one away from the blog.
It's so breezy and bite-sized.
Even on a dodgy phone with a broken screen that has to be jabbed
multiple times in order to 'share',
it still wins hands down over the old computer for immediacy.
Mac struggles to load photos to Blogger in under an hour.
I have to take myself off to while away the time more profitably
and then completely lose my train of thought.



So in the absence of a coherent narrative,
I'm going for colour graduation,
because this autumn has been all about
the most spectacular colour changes
and dramatic skies.














Much to be thankful for.










Sunday, 4 November 2018

The Last Hurrah- Great Dixter











 One could almost believe in an eternal autumn.
These gardens show so little sign of decline.

If only I could say the same about myself.
More Pilates and less cake perhaps?





Wednesday, 24 October 2018

The Last Hurrah - Sissinghurst




It looks quiet from up here on the tower parapet
but actually it was very busy
as people took advantage of another beautiful Saturday
to visit Sissinghurst before it closes for the winter.

















Back home I brought in the last of the Cosmos
in anticipation of the Arctic blast being  excitedly flagged up
by the tabloids for the end of the week.


The clocks go back, the days contract
and I have taken delivery of a new chair.
(I'll show it to you later.)
I see more sitting in my future.
There has not been much of that of late.

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Places to find some peace and (relative) quiet



Turtle spotting in Central Park.




A trip on the tramway (actually a cable car) 
over the East River to Roosevelt Island.
Very little to do there
but a stroll to the Four Freedoms Park
was pleasant enough and completely deserted.


The outright winner for tranquility was the Met Cloisters.






Monarch butterflies in the Conservatory Garden.


Purl Soho. A pilgrimage to see the knitting shop of online fame.

It was certainly quiet in there. Somnolent even.
I had to ask someone to help me 
because nothing is labelled for brand, composition or price.
After a short discussion and vague hand waving at the shelves,
 the young woman turned away, as I thought, 
to show me a pattern but to my consternation
fell into another assistant's arms for a prolonged embrace, 
much back stroking and murmurs of consolation.
I stood behind her wondering what I had done to trigger this collapse.
Eventually she straightened and wandered over to the rack. 

I came away empty-handed.