Time out of joint
Jun. 5th, 2020 08:44 pmThe Wee Goddess, no longer of this parish, writes to say that her husband's yoga class now happens online, every Monday: "And I swear, his Monday class comes around every 4 days or so. That's about how long the weeks feel nowadays: 4 days. I really don't know where May went. Same place as April, I guess." My reading group, which meets on Zoom every other Tuesday, somilarly comes round about once a week. On the other hand, it's hard to believe that we have been meeting this way for three months - or that it's a whole week since we got some shopping from Sainsbury's.
I do know where April went: it's here now. Periods of beautiful bright sunshine, cold sharp showers, that's April weather. Yesterday, for the first time since clapping for carers became a Thursday event, eight o' clock was cold and rainy. We had agreed that we didn't have to stop if we didn't want to, largely at the request of one neighbour who very much didn't want to, so we were there on our doorstep, and he was there on his, but no-one else was around. Have we stopped now, or will we resume if the sun returns?
It doesn't seem like two weeks since the last garden waste collection, either, but that's because the collectors missed us, and after much complaining on our part finally emptied our bin midweek. To add insult to injury,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
durham_rambler saw the lorry go past, heading uphill, and waited for them to come back down, because he wanted to point out to them the neighbour whose bin they had missed on the previous occasion - only they never did come back down (they must know the secret way out at the top). So I've only had ten days to refill the garden waste bin.
The garden is rewilding itself. I struggle to keep a clear path down to the dustbin and the back gate, The foxglove which has self seeded itself by the path is now up to my shoulder, and in bud. I look forward to it flowering.
I do know where April went: it's here now. Periods of beautiful bright sunshine, cold sharp showers, that's April weather. Yesterday, for the first time since clapping for carers became a Thursday event, eight o' clock was cold and rainy. We had agreed that we didn't have to stop if we didn't want to, largely at the request of one neighbour who very much didn't want to, so we were there on our doorstep, and he was there on his, but no-one else was around. Have we stopped now, or will we resume if the sun returns?
It doesn't seem like two weeks since the last garden waste collection, either, but that's because the collectors missed us, and after much complaining on our part finally emptied our bin midweek. To add insult to injury,
durham_rambler saw the lorry go past, heading uphill, and waited for them to come back down, because he wanted to point out to them the neighbour whose bin they had missed on the previous occasion - only they never did come back down (they must know the secret way out at the top). So I've only had ten days to refill the garden waste bin.The garden is rewilding itself. I struggle to keep a clear path down to the dustbin and the back gate, The foxglove which has self seeded itself by the path is now up to my shoulder, and in bud. I look forward to it flowering.
