The days trickle by as we slowly dismantle Mum's flat. I have this feeling that I'm just going through the motions of life waiting for some miraculous improvement, which is silly because there's no real prospect of this. Meanwhile this morning, Sirius sat in a drawer, untroubled by angst.
Mr Life and I went to the Botanic Gardens and saw a tree which had been wrapped in pink cloth to publicise the Moon Walk (midnight walk-marathon in aid of Breast Cancer research).
We admired spring flowers in the cool dry greenhouse.
And tulips and primula, clashing but still quite cheering, outside one of the hothouses.
And forsythia, sunshine on a cloudy day. It occurred to me that we've been visiting the Botanics regularly together for forty-four years. (And I'd been visiting it without him for seventeen years before that.) Perhaps they'll give us the Freedom of the Botanics if we make it to our half-century of walking round together.
We didn't see Grandson today but doesn't this photo show his eyelashes well, Nanny in Worcester? (Especially if you click the picture to enlarge it.) And his poor little pink, slightly feverish nose and cheeks.
The days trickle by as we slowly dismantle Mum's flat. I have this feeling that I'm just going through the motions of life waiting for some miraculous improvement, which is silly because there's no real prospect of this. Meanwhile this morning, Sirius sat in a drawer, untroubled by angst.
And tulips and primula, clashing but still quite cheering, outside one of the hothouses.
And forsythia, sunshine on a cloudy day. It occurred to me that we've been visiting the Botanics regularly together for forty-four years. (And I'd been visiting it without him for seventeen years before that.) Perhaps they'll give us the Freedom of the Botanics if we make it to our half-century of walking round together.
We didn't see Grandson today but doesn't this photo show his eyelashes well, Nanny in Worcester? (Especially if you click the picture to enlarge it.) And his poor little pink, slightly feverish nose and cheeks.
You are probably still adjusting to having all the freedom that retirement has brought--Hang in there---you can do it! I do know the feeling though and it makes me happy to have the two days of work each week---it gives the week structure, as well as making it FLY!
ReplyDeleteAwesome eyelashes on that little guy!
Hi Isabelle! I'm intruding via your comment on Coffee Lady's blog- Happy Easter and may lots of chocolate be yours. That is a mighty fine grandson you have there! Particularly fine eyelashes, and very well observed! I'm guessing that I'm going to be breathing some of your same air from Monday to Wednesday so I shall look around and think fondly of you!
ReplyDeleteWell, it's all very confusing, I know! In a Land with two boys slightly ahead of your gorgeous grandson, it is generally a blur! The Wind in the Willows guys are interesting- they left Colorado in the Autumn and arrived here in time for St Patrick's. They'll be posted to England when post offices open again- by which time the four of us will be on a little holiday from Belfast suburbs to the Athens of the North. So actually we'll all be breathing your air for a while! I hope it will be dry and not too cold an air!
ReplyDeleteOh Isabelle that last photo is so cute.....he looks lovely.
ReplyDeleteso relieved that tree was wrapped in pink cloth - at first thought it had been spray painted!
ReplyDeleteAww the poor little pet. Not at all his usual smiley little self.
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