Garden antics …..

It’s been sometime now, since I’ve felt the where with all to write, I’m afraid another Covid long hauling cycle has come a calling, ( tried hiding behind the sofa, pretending I’m not in, but like that unwelcome relative with BO it’s coming around anyhow)..I find myself confined to my bed like some naughty school girl, too weak to do much, but to bored just to lay under it, my temperature fluctuate,s, I’m either freezing cold, or soaked through with sweat, ..there’s been the odd morning I’m glad to stand under the icy burst of cold water from the shower and others I turn the tap right round glad of the hot splashing water raining down on my shivering body, ….nights are spent doing the cover shuffle, fleece blankets up to my neck, then just a cotton sheet or nothing at all, I get up next day more exhausted than before I went to bed, feeling like I’ve climbed Everest just without the pretty views…

Most mornings I just grab a coffee and go sit out in the garden, it provides the RDA(recommended daily allowance ) of vitamin D, it’s a more pleasant experience than the high dose white pills I have to swallow anyhow, ….you should see the garden, it’s filled with flowers of every hue and scent, the wild sister to the lilac ( Buddelia) is magnificent, ..long brack,s of tiny purple flowers, making up swaying heads, for big fluffy Bubble bees, Hover flies, cabbage white,s, painted ladies and Red admiral butterflies, it’s beautiful heady scent fills the air with a delicious intoxicating aroma, I can fully appreciate it’s attraction

I sit hunched forward coffee in hand, I cannot sit straight, my spine doesn’t let me, but elbows resting on my knees I take in my small world, my mind racing away with thought, I long to walk, but know even if I could muster the energy, I just don’t feel up to it….so I sink any energy I have into my little patch of paradise , it’s a constant occupation, even with how small it is, something always needs dead heading, watering ,weeding or spraying , but even though it causes pain, I’m happy to do it, happy because the whole gardens a feeding station . More and more insects visit, life’s happening all about me, from the many different breeds of bee, hoverfly, bugs ,birds, even the odd Dragon fly has stopped off on its way through, for years I walked with my camera and joined nature in all her splender, now in her turn she comes to visit me like a long lost old friend, friend

amongst other things there’s a hen Blackbird that visits daily, she protects our small domain virulently, taken on huge plump wood pigeons three times her size, shouting loudly at their nerve and repels them without fear, I often through our blueberries , strawberries I’ve grown and pieces of fruit suet for her breakfast, she never worries about my presence, going about her business as if I didn’t exist , I feel honoured and amused by her company, when you live alone you find anything living and breathing in the same area , or even within a mile an amusement, I’ve come to rely on the pigeon,s fighting over the feeder , they have trained me to fill three times daily,( yes they have successfully encouraged, cajoled, glared through my window,s till I put on my slippers and go fill the feeder again,

Wings flapping at each other violently to ward one another off they eat their fill, in return I get to watch their comical antics, seed ,fresh water is indeed a very small price to pay, all the while I cannot join life , I’m very content to let life join me…be careful out there folks and look after you 💙