Today I had two lovely messages from blog readers – one a lovely email from someone I’ve only met once but definitely regard as a friend. I am so grateful to them – messages like that are like gold dust (actually, rather more valuable to me).
It set me thinking about why I write this. My reaction made me realise that although I write at least as much for myself as for anyone else, it can sometimes feel a bit lonely sitting here writing into what occasionally feels like a void (though I do always appreciate the ‘likes’ and occasional comments).
I’m not asking you to comment if you don’t feel like it or don’t feel up to it, but I guess what I’m saying is that if there’s a writer (anyone, not necessarily me) whose writing you enjoy or find funny or entertaining or just plain thought-provoking, and you have the time and energy, maybe just drop them a line saying so. I’m sure they (and I) would appreciate it.
I know I’m as lax as the next person about this, and I’m going to try to be better at it.
Well thank goodness today began with me feeling fine again. Wonderful what a decent night’s sleep can do. I realised that probably the troubles of the previous days were a combination of sleep deprivation and taking an increased dose of medication to help with the sleep – the extra hopefully not now needed with the body clock having been ‘reset’.
Today started very well indeed, with an unexpected FaceTime call from d-i-l and family. Always a good start to the day when we join our granddaughter for breakfast (allegedly this was her third or possibly fourth breakfast of the day…..)
So. What did I do today? I hear you ask. Well, I made yogurt. Made kombucha. Did some important admin. Sorted and put away two machine loads of washing.
And best of all, I got out to the allotment (finally!) and cleared a winter salad bed in the greenhouse to make way for more tomatoes. Did some more potting on, planting out, and weeding (lots more of all those still to do).
Lots and lots (and then lots more) watering – I fear this is going to be yet another drought year; and probably the shape of things to come, with the growing climate crisis. We need to address the climate crisis to prevent it getting even worse, but we also need to adapt to the ‘new normal’. As of course we are going to have to adjust to that other new normal, to accommodate living with the virus.
Best of all I had fun rearranging the furniture (metaphorically speaking) in the newly-named Potting Palace (aka my shed). The new staging has provided me with space to store bags of compost and spare pots underneath it, and a work space above. Which in turn has allowed me to reorganise the greenhouse to provide additional planting and growing space. It’s not quite finished yet (Malcolm got sidetracked by something else more urgent that rightly needed his time), so no photos until tomorrow.
I hope you’re well, and that I will see you again tomorrow xx
Stay home. Stay safe.