Another good day today, albeit an undemanding one (or maybe that’s the point).
Garden/allotment – I for one am pleased that we’ve had a good amount of rain. The soil was crying out for it, and it’s nice to have the water butts replenished as well. I didn’t do much gardening today, other than watering the plants in the greenhouse and planting up a couple more tomato plants. But while I was out walking I hatched a plan for planting up the remaining 17 tomato plants sitting in the greenhouse ready to go. Once this rain stops I’m going to plant out as many of the seedlings as I can find space for around the plot and sow more salad seeds.
Exercise/stay fit – I walked back from the dairy farm. Such a lovely walk: this is one I will want to continue doing when lockdown is over. I can see myself walking out there and getting the bus home instead of driving, when that feels safe to do. As always, I saw a few things that interested me along the way.
This sign was on lots of buildings in Kelston. I wonder what it signifies? Some as here also had dates, in the 1850s
Along the way
This tiny garden wasn’t there last time I passed by
Nor was this sign (in Esperanto) pointing the way to the tunnels
These words and the candle were in the window of our local bookshop. Thank you Harry xx
The first elderflowers I’ve seen this year (I’m still drinking my way through the cordial I made in 2018)
Craft/making – I’ve sent off a package to youngest son and his family; today I made progress on something to send to oldest son. I think it will be quicker to make second time around (those shirts again….). I love that when we do a project first time around we learn so much (doing it the hard way) and second time around we can see lots of short-cuts and better-cuts. I reckon I could finish this one this week, with a bit of application. We’ll see.
House/home repairs, improvements – no. No more to say about that.
Admin – a little. Enough.
Kind deeds/something for others – a friend who is a whizz at family research (having learnt so much by doing her own) has been researching the lives of some of the hitherto uncelebrated and largely forgotten people who died in Bath Workhouse and are buried in an unmarked open space opposite where the Bath Workhouse used to be. More than 3100 people are buried there, yet there is nothing there to acknowledge them. Part of a fascinating project organised by Richard White (a local artist commemorating the histories of ordinary people in symbolic and/or informative walks), she has extended it from simply speaking the names to finding out about the people behind the names.
And now she has very kindly agreed to have a look to see what (if anything) she can find out about my paternal family, about whom I know very little.
Stay sane! – a gentle day in which I had limited goals and achieved them. Sometimes that’s exactly what is needed. Yoga again. Oh and today I caught up with Bath City Farm’s Facebook Saturday livestream of Joe feeding the animals – what a lovely relaxing and fun thing, a reminder if one was needed of what a wonderful place it is.
the magic jug 