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Our garden

Why Stay In

Stay in, look after your health service, save life’s

Tomorrow will be a good day 

Captain Tom Moore 

I am a little confused

Raquel Franco

“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened.”

Not so Raquel Franco, we are back in a mini heath wave, it reached 31 degrees yesterday in places, but thankfully not here.

Anyway this blog is about the news and the new restrictions, which to my mind seem a little on the ‘WHAT’ side. Some areas are under a new lock down (ours being one of them). We cannot go to other peoples houses or have anyone visit us, however we can go shopping, work, the pub, restaurant, in fact anywhere else. The country as a whole now as to abide by the rule of six, people can only be in groups of six, can only have six people in their homes and gardens, however can still go to work, shopping, pub, restaurant, school and on protest marches of any number. Now to me I can see that some of these things are important and need to be done, but really are marches really that important that they out way  the risk of spreading Covid?

The government body that monitors  GPs  has as good as said enough is enough GPs will have to start seeing people, there are far too many consultation being done on the phone and over the internet and not enough face to face being done, meaning thinks are being missed. The doctors in return have said they see people where appropriate. I have firsthand experience of this, remember a few posts back and the trouble I was having with my knee and leg, well the out come is I have not seen anyone face to face and am now having physio over the phone, yep that’s right. The physio phones me explains the exercise to me, then I just have to get on with it. Neither of us know whether or not I an doing these exercise correctly, or if I have correct alignment of all my body parts.

And on that note 😁

Mary Poppins decides to grow some vegetables. When she picks her crop in the autumn, her carrots, potatoes, onions, and spring beans have all failed, but her cauliflowers have grown a treat.

She picks them, cooks some for Sunday lunch in a cheese sauce, and they taste wonderful.

After eating them for a week she notices two things. Firstly, her lips are full and glossy, unchapped, uncracked, and require absolutely no lip gloss to make them look full and pouty.

Secondly she has really awful bad breath and even her cat won’t come near her.

Pleased with her lips, however, and spotting a money-making idea, she contacts a big cosmetics company and explains about the lip-enhancing qualities of her cauliflower crop.

After a month of testing the company buys the entire crop of cauliflowers for a phenomenal amount and requests that Mary grow some more as soon as possible.

The company proceeds to make lipstick out of them but experiences problems in the the final product manufacture. The lipstick does not gel correctly into a solid stick and ends up crumbling upon application. Quality controllers also find that, even as a lipstick, the bad breath remains and have to put it down as an unfortunate side effect.

As they are nearing their production deadline and adverts for this new wonder lip enhancer have hit the streets, the cosmetics company has no choice but to produce the packaging with the following caution.

Poppins’ Pop-up Lip Enhancer:




(yes I have logged out and I am back, just heard that hunting groups don’t have to adhere to the rule of six either)

Covid Didn’t Spoil It for Me


“Autumn is the season to find contentment at home by paying attention to what we already have.”

There should have been a few days in the country,  there should have been afternoon tea with family and friends, but such is life and if I am honest I was not at all surprised that the plan didn’t come together. They never do where I am concerned, sometimes I think the universe has it in for me, (one day I will tell you the tale of the renewal of our wedding vows). However I didn’t expect it to be a world pandemic that would scupper my plans. 🙄

So yesterday I turned 60!!! It wasn’t so bad, no bits of me fell off, no more grey hairs appeared, I didn’t ache anymore than usual and despite that nasty bug trying to spoil it I had a very nice day. Hubby and I went for a very long walk on Cannock Chase, then when I got home I made us, (hubby, son and myself) a afternoon tea and hubby surprised me with a birthday cake in the shape of a cat. 😂.

I had some very nice gifts too.

Kitty cat cake…

…and matching necklace and earrings from hubby, there are 6 rings on each piece, one ring for each decade of my life. I though that was really sweet.

Dressing gown from Kitten and Nellie, they are such clever cats, it was just what I needed.

A bee keeping experience and spa treatment from my son…

…and a box of lovely smelly’s for my bath

Afternoon tea, not as posh as the one planned, but there was cake so I am not complaining.

It may not have been what was planned, but it was a fun day anyway.

Bright Blessing to you all



Shira Tamir

“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”

I have been so clumsy this week. I have broken 2 glasses, one plate, two cat dishes, a tray and a washing up bowl, don’t ask me how I managed to break the last one, it was plastic, I picked up a full bowl and then I had half a bowl, the other half was on the floor along with all the water! 😯

As I write this there as just been a report on the news that at 12.30 last night several people have been stabbed in Birmingham city center. It’s never ending.

I want to leave you with a smile, or at least a groan

There were 4 henchmen: Winter, Summer, Spring, and Autumn.

The boss stood before them.

“Winter,” he began. “I need you to stay cool in the face of pressure. Ice in your veins,” he said, patting his shoulder.

“Then there’s you, Summer,” he continued. “If the heat becomes too much for Winter, use that hot temper of yours to make sure the cops remember who they’re working for.

“As for you, Spring,” he chuckled, “this operation is gonna bring in a lotta  green. Make sure that it keeps growing.”

He turned for the door as Autumn stood up.

“Boss!” he sputtered. “What about me?”

The boss turned back, shaking his head.

“Sorry, son. You’re just the Fall guy.

Bright Blessing

Plastic Or Not To Plastic

Victoria Erickson

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.”

A report in the news a couple of weeks ago caught my eye, one of the major supermarket as decided  to no longer sell plastic bags for life instead they are moving to paper to help the environment.  In these times of being told that there is so much plastic choking the world it would seem like  good idea, wouldn’t it? According to the conservationists no it’s not such a good idea, the amount of deforestation and the chemical  processes used to make the paper would be just as bad.  It takes more than four times as much energy to manufacture a paper bag as it does to manufacture a plastic bag.  The paper comes from tree pulp and each new paper grocery bag is made from mostly virgin pulp (for better strength and elasticity).  14 million trees were cut down in 1999  to produce the 10 billion paper grocery bags used in Americans that year.  The cutting down of forests helps to contribute to  global warming, forests are major absorbers of greenhouse gases, then the subsequent manufacturing of bags produces greenhouse gases, that’s one  vicious circle. On top of this think about this one,  one 15 to 20 year old tree makes only 700 bags. It seems that cotton bags are no better.  A study in 2011 estimated that a cotton tote bag’s total carbon footprint was 598.6lb of CO2e. This compared to 3.48lb of CO2e for a standard plastic bag. Which means  you would need to use the tote bag 172 times for every 1 time you used the plastic bag. The carbon footprint is mostly due to the resources needed to grow the cotton for the bag, including energy, water, and fertilisers and on top of that there’s the global transporting cost.

I don’t have the answer, perhaps we just have to stand back and admit we have cocked it up good and proper, we have killed our wonderful world. Is it time for mankind to die out and let nature repair herself?

Bright Blessings

This was the moon at 5 am this morning.

Welcome to September and Mans Autumn, but not Nature’s

Emily Brontë

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”

The first day of the meteorological Autumn,  (Nature’s Autumn begins on the 22nd) welcome to September.

I love Autumn, the world feels different somehow, a slowing down if you like. The morning and evening air gets a clean sharp smell and a fresh chill that makes hands want to bury themselves in pockets. The sun starts to become weak and low. Plants and trees begin to ready themselves to sleep, changing their colours from green to beautiful shades of yellow, red,  russet and gold. leaves fall from trees just waiting to be kick up into the air or crunch through, (yes something I still do, even at my age, never let the child inside die).  The birds and animals will visit more to feed up on the bugs  and the food left out for them. Soon Autumn fogs with appear twisting and winding around the tree branches giving everything a creepy look and blanketing out sound. Next will come the frosts, making everything look like a Christmas card, Icing the edges of tree branches and covering grass and leaves. If we are lucky freezing fog, a walk through freezing fog is a delight, little sparkles float around you catching the light, it feels as if you are walking through a fairy land. When I was a child Jack Frost would draw wonderful pictures on our windows, beautiful patterns that you could scratch your name in with a finger nail. Alas something children of today will never do in this day and age of double glazed windows and central heating.

Bright Blessing 🍂 🍁🍂 🍁

Autumns on it’s way

The last month of summer is nearly over, although you could be forgiven for thinking that we are already in autumn. August as been awful, wet and muggy then wet, windy and cold, not a good end to the summer.

This weekend we saw our 28th wedding anniversary, guess what we did, romantic meal? No, guess again, nice walk? No guess again, lazy day? No, we spent it up to our armpits in compost. We emptied the compost heap  a couple of weeks ago to repair the fence behind it, left the compost out because  the tree surgeon, (just can’t get used to calling him that, he will always be a lumber jack to me) was coming to give us a price to cut down three trees that have got a little out of hand. It was a good price so we have accepted but (there’s always a but) he can’t do it until next year, end of January. There’s no way I want the compost left where it is, so we spent most of the day riddling it to remove the stones that have made their way into it and also stuff like plastic which we can only presume as blown into the garden in winds as we never put plastic on the compost heap. As we dug we reminisce about digging in the garden as children, you always found a green plastic toy soldier, a marble and a glass bottle either a pop bottle or a milk bottle, now it’s plastic bags.

I had a little cry, my Elder flower tree is dying. When I moved into this house 32 years ago she was given to me as a small twig, she was one of the first things I planted. Over the years I have told her all my secrets and family news and yes hugged her, but now her bark is coming away. I don’t want to lose her she is like an old friend.  If she does have to go, she won’t be gone completely she has two decedents in the garden that seeded from her fruit.

 🤗  T T F N

And bright blessings to you

What will you do?

With not even four months left until Christmas I was pondering what this years festivities would look like. Will we be able to get our fresh tree, will there be turkey, will there be anything to eat? (a report a few mornings ago said that flour was in short supply because of the awful weather we have been having, so bread and flour prices are going to rise, which means people will start panic buying and freezing soon, add that to the possibility that we could be in lock down again there’s a good chance there will be nothing on the shelves again ). What will present shopping be like, I for one will not be heading to the shops to do any shopping other than a food shop, ‘if it can’t be found in the supermarket you an’t having it!’ 😄  As long as we have a tree I really don’t care about presents or Christmassy foods, beans on toast will do me. Will there still be silly people who think they are invincible having and going to parties, only time will tell I suppose. What are your plans, treat it as just another day, enjoy the quiet or go for it?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA and then some

Rant alert

I am so mad, I would like to get my hands on these brain dead/uneducated people. Over the past few days there have been stories reported about the way some people are treating our wonderful landmarks and beauty spots. The first story to catch my eye was of a social influencer who though it would be a good idea to deface the chalk cliff at Durdle Door with her name. I am not going to give her name, I won’t promote her, lets just say she was exactly what I expected to see when I looked at the photo of her, long hair, false eye lashes, painted face and duck lips as she pouted into the camera. Do we really need this type of person influencing   our young? It is not OK to go around defacing thousand year old beauty spots. Her comment riled me to, she said she didn’t know it was a beauty spot! as if that makes it any better, you DON’T deface anything that is not yours. She got away with a small fine and volunteers cleaned up the mess. I would have fined her and made her clean the mess off with a tooth brush, see how long her false nails lasted then.

The next report came as interviews with park rangers, one told of the mess he had had to clean up, people picnicking and having B B Q in woodland then leaving all of their rubbish behind, who in their right mind as a B B Q in woodland and leaves it behind in this heat, and who in their right mind leaves rubbish behind anyway.  They are also using the place as a toilet are these people animals? It’s so dangerous to wildlife never mind spoiling the look of the place. Another ranger told of a family he had to speak to because they had dismantled a dead pile to build a den and ripped up wild flowers to decorate it. (A dead pile is a pile of dead wood left for insects to make their home in),  They just couldn’t see that what they had done  was wrong even after he had explain it to them, again brain dead people. The next story had me near to tears, people on a beach threw a resting baby seal into the sea, to weak to swim it drowned. OK in this case I will give them the benefit of the doubt and say ignorance of nature, at least I hope that’s what it was and not just plan old nastiness on their part. Another ranger told of people flying kites where terns were flying,  People walking through and letting their dogs run through grassland where signs asked them not to because there were ground nesting birds there. Then there was the usual not shutting gates after themselves. Some people are not even aware of the country code and seem not to have any common sense or respect for the surroundings, people and animals who live there. If you are one of these people who do this type of thing, I am not going to apologise for saying you are  ignorant/selfish/brain dead. Try doing a little reading before you head out  to the country side again.

Hubby say’s I am turning into a grumpy old woman, I think not I am just getting fed up to the back teeth of selfish people who don’t give a thought to anything other than themselves.

And on that happy note T T F N

Rant over


Oh I Can See

Yea, at last my new glasses have arrived. Apparently they didn’t pass quality control so had to be sent back, twice, but now I can see. Although sometimes that’s not such a good thing, now I can see all the cat hair 😉

Not a lot as happen here, a few more hundred illegal migrants have entered the  country on rafts, the ice cream makers Ben and Jerry’s seem to think they can tell our politicians that we must take them in and look after them, when the country can’t look after the people already here.  They have millions why don’t they look after some seems to be the cry. We are experiencing  tropical temperatures day and night at the moment, yes that’s bloody hot, in fact it’s so hot you sweat just sitting. I have been doing gardening at 3.30am and coming back indoors at 9 when it starts to warm up. The cats are finding it hard too. Last night we had a thunder and lighting storm right over head that lasted two hours, which did nothing to clear the air.  Hot Face Emoji on Windows We are melting.

I had a text from the physio asking me to answer some questions before our over the phone consultation, I couldn’t answer the questions, my phone is a G1. So I phoned her and old her I could answer them over the phone but not on my phone. She found it funny that I still used a G1 phone. What’s wrong with G1, I don’t feel the need to be on the net all the time, I have better things to do, most of the time I don’t even know where I have left the phone anyway. I know that in this day and age that may seem very strange to some, for some people the phone is like another limb

Here’s something to think about, there are only 135 days until Christmas, time to start the shopping!




The One Where I Have A Red Face

Talk about embarrassed, the delivery man caught me singing ‘Wop she ‘ad’ An old folk song kept alive by the Copper Family.  The song is about Kitty-mariga Maria and Bobby Wells,  it was in its time a little risque with lines like ‘If I catch you here again I’ll tickle your bot-tum, with a wop she ‘ad it I tell you I ‘ad it, and the bit of the song I like best, they deiced to elope, get a ladder which Bobby’s foot slips through and he lands on his bottom and has to be wheeled home in a wheelbarrow and ends up getting married with his bum in a sling. Now I don’t have a singing voice, there are some who think I should leave singing well alone, I don’t let them put me off, I think unlike Simon Cowell music is very forgiving and as long as you are trying she is very happy about it. I do love these old folk songs, if we don’t sing them they will disappear and that would be sad.

Isn’t funny the way people perceive others, I remember when I was younger someone who I had known for sometime told me that when they first meant me they thought I was stuck up/posh. Nothing could be further from the truth, I am by nature shy/quiet. I prefer to sit back and watch and listen to people before I decide  whether or not I am going to spend time on them, so I suppose that makes me appear aloof. In fact I come from a working class back ground, and worn second hand clothes until I started work at 16½. Later my son had a friend who was convinced I was a witch, (and even now in his later 30’s is still of the opinion), all because when he visited our house one time I made a Chamomile brew to sooth his sore eye, I have a besom broom in the kitchen which I tie coloured ribbons too at different times of the year, another time he found me talking to the trees and a crow. Try as I might to explain that I was thanking the tree for it’s fruit and there’s nothing wrong with chatting to animals he wouldn’t have it.  Mmmmm, reading that back to myself, maybe I can see his point.  Sometimes the old ways are the best. Mage on Samsung One UI 1.5