It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.
It has been too long since my last posting so I can only offer many apologies. I have been suffering from a berludy virus that is doing the rounds. I am still not fully better so bear with me, I am a wee bit fragile. I had a break of fever in the night and felt so much better, so much so that I got up for an hour and checked emails etc while supping on ginger tea.
What am I doing now? Very little, keeping warm having dosed myself with strong analgesics, cough mixture and herbal teas. I am trying to avoid going t o the GP and going down the antibiotic route.
Radio 4. How could I live without it?
The book programme at 6.30 pm on BBC2 every evening with Anne Robinson (don’t worry, she has softened and is excellent in this, she has also apologised to the Welsh!). She and Chris Evans also made a fantastic case against closing libraries on TV recently so both have gone up in my estimation.
A ‘comforter’ which I bought in a lovely craft shop in a local market town recently. It is Fairtrade, made in Nepal and just the thing for my sore throat. It is knitted in multicolour; turquoise, rusty red, burgundy, greens and dark pinks. I am a firm believier in colour healing. It is also very soft and soothing to my neck and throat., if I had the energy I would photograph it for you.
The weather is also comforting me, it is bright and blue. cloudless and sunny (!), as it was yesterday for St David’s Day. The sky was a mass of blue then too which made the day special. I spotted several children in national costume which was sweet. The yellow sun here in Wales made up for the lack of daffodils in my garden which are nowhere near out yet. I have instead bought some wee pots of the lovely dwarf varieties and they are very cheering. Yellow is the perfect colour to lift us from winter blues.
A new magazine to get lost in.
Some new books ordered from the library:
The Elegance of the Hedgehog., Muriel Barbery
Life in a Cottage Garden, Carol Klein
Stranger in the Mirror, Jane Shilling.
Life Alignment, Philippa Lubbock
A Discovery of Witches, Deborah E Harkness
Bird Cloud, Annie Proulx
21 golden rules for cosmic ordering, Barbel Mohr
A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
A no-work today day luckily.
A poem is brewing in me, a line came to me during the night.
I made a breakthrough in my husband’s genealogy trail yesterday when I found a relative in France, thanks to the Ancestry website.
The birds in my garden, better than TV sometimes, I could watch them for hours.
My daphne is flowering, its colour is a perfect mauve.
I am soon going to make a big pot of spicy and hopefully curing, vegetable soup. I had a very tasty bowl of spiced parsnip soup in the aforementioned craft shop last week, very spicy indeed, just how I like it. And along with most delicious home-made bread it was delicious.
March is underway, thank God. A friend and I have come to an agreement, we would like to abolish two months from the calendar and they are December (my number one hate it is so stressful, pressured and I hate it!) and also February as most folk are a tad depressed, exhausted, or are suffering from some virus or possibly all three.
But now the only way is up and
(wait for it a cliché is coming)
Spring is just around the corner……………………..
But just before I go here is a newly discovered poem by Elizabeth Bishop.