Charles is off to singing and I have been playing the piano, - practicing for a funeral on Saturday, and then I get carried away and play just one more piece, and then another, and all the while the vacuum cleaner is sitting in the middle of the floor behind me......
However, I have stopped for coffee and just a few lines here.
Yesterday we had blue skies and sunshine and I was out in the garden skirmishing with the cutch grass and looking for signs of the Chinese Lantern underground railway. They are not selling tickets yet, but the tracks still lie undisturbed beneath all the stations located in the Iris and the Peonies and amongst the yellow daisies and shastas.
Here is the hawthorn tree, with its buds shiny and pregnant against the blue sky.
A clump of early daffodils, just on the verge!
Off in the distance the snow is still deep at Apex, and the skiers rejoice, and I rejoice too because the snowpack in the hills spells relief for the underground lakes that are being emptied by civilization and too many vineyards and orchards. This is really cattle country, - with its meagre rainfall the country suffers with the demands of too many thirsty trees and grapevines.
Before I come in I take my shears over to the fence line and trim the Meadow Rue that grows over Miss Roo's grave, and contemplate what lovely herb or flower we will plant where Caspar lies in eternal rest.
My coffee cup is empty, and the vacuum cleaner gets impatient, - just time to spiff things up before lunch.
