In the time of the virus: day 76

Another Sunday.  The sun is shining, and everything outside feels so much fresher after the rain (even if there was less of it than I hoped for).  As do I after a good night’s sleep.

I decided to preempt my Monday morning meeting and have it today instead.  Reviewing what I managed to get done last week, all things considered I was content.  There are several things on the list I didn’t do, but that’s fine: I never yet have made a list that I managed to empty by the end of a week.  Now I have a list for the week to come, which includes an exciting outing to meet up with oldest son and d-o-l in some woodland between them and us.  It will be great to catch up with how the past 3 months (3 months!!) have been, and just enjoy spending time together.  We will also be meeting up with some older friends/family in our garden (one at a time, distanced still).

There are projects to continue working on (face coverings, knitting things to sell for the farm), and a new one to start: I’ve been asked if I could make some bunting for granddaughter’s garden den – how could I refuse!

There are some admin tasks that I need to get done for the City Farm.  And of course there’s always the allotment and the front and back gardens to tend and nurture.  Which is before I even get to reading Wolf Hall, and just sitting around doing nothing (plus fitting in some more yoga??).  So there is absolutely no chance I’ll run out of things to do: much more likely that I will run out of time and energy to do it all.  Which is how I prefer it.

Today we had our monthly ‘trip’ to Frome Market.  It was as good as ever our virtual trips are, though this time I found myself really missing the real thing.  It was the perfect weather for it – sunshine, warmth, and I’m starting to miss ‘real’ life.  No prizes for guessing today’s photo theme….

I went to the farm at Kelston to buy milk for the next couple of weeks and made my first two batches of yoghurt.  I’ll make the rest tomorrow.   I went to the garden centre and queued to replenish my stock of potting compost (and some sweetcorn plants, to replace those the hens ate), and filled up the car for the first time since lockdown.

And then the energy levels slumped a bit, but after a quiet sit down with Wolf Hall, I popped over to the allotment for the usual watering, and picked salad, including mangetout peas, broad beans and asparagus.  And a few strawberries – not so many of them this year, which may be that they’re just later than usual and may be due to the lack of rain.

My heart lifted to read of the toppling of the Bristol statue of Edward Colston.  Many people have been trying through the proper channels to have it removed for years, and now it’s gone.  Long overdue in my view.

And so to bed.

I hope you’ve had a good weekend, and feel ready to meet another week in lockdown (or not, depending on where you are).  See you again tomorrow xx

 

About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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