Lockdown week 1 - Wednesday

I thought to myself the other day: maybe I'll post every day during the virus lockdown, as a record to myself of how we actually passed the time. Not that I find it remotely difficult to pass the time. I have so much to do - making quilts, finishing the far-from-finished archive-sorting, gardening, writing various things. Anyway, I went to my computer to write a post and... Blogger had done something funny. It claimed that I didn't have a blog - would I like to start a new one? I couldn't get on to my dashboard to post. I had no idea what to do (I'm not good with computers if they do anything non-standard) and neither did Mr Life, who is good with computers but knows nothing about Blogger and its mysterious ways.

But - my hero came galloping over the hill in the shape of Son-in-Law 1. Today he kindly gained access to my computer from his house on the other side of Edinburgh (with my permission, of course, but it's rather spooky - this is how people nick one's millions by fraud. Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately - we don't have millions; and SIL 1 wouldn't steal them anyway). And he sorted it!! Thank you so much, dear SIL 1.

It's not that the loss of my blog was the world's most important problem. But I like blogging.

Three days ago, the 25th of March, we walked up the hill again. I took pictures of spring - that  blossom, those daffodils.

This is a rather splendid gateway which presumably belonged to the big house whose owners owned the hill .... not really sure about the history. Now it just stands there on an earth path, hinting at past glories.

Wild garlic. You can smell it already, even though it's not flowering yet.

This hairy antelope-type beastie refused to turn to face me. No zebras were visible that day.

And then - back down to the main road, which is much quieter than usual, though by no means quiet.

I took some photos in the garden. These are my beautiful daffodils the day before two days of constant light drizzle, which weighed them down with rain so that slugs were easily able to nibble them. I was not pleased.

Polyanthus and hyacinths.

Still, never mind. It's spring. The daffodils will come again next year. I hope by then that we'll be a) alive and b) able to see our family again. I miss them a lot.