Monday,  June 11th, 2012

Hello sun in my face

Hello you who made

the morning and spread it

over the fields.

Watch, now, how I start 

the day in happiness, in kindness.

Mary Oliver

I wake at five and turn over to look at the far hills we see through our wide bedroom window.

Too often,  lately,  there has been a fresh fall of snow lying in the crevasses and gently on the bosom of the hills (how's that for poetic!)

This morning the sun is shining brightly.  The shadows are long and the day is full of promise...

I rise to put the coffee on; stop at the computer and start this little post.  But the open door beckons to both me and Callie, the cat.  When I open it she will whizz through my legs and out the small cat door, immediately turning into a slinking sleuth, creeping along the length of the garden shed in the protection of the lilac tree on her quest to find out what creatures have invaded her garden during the night.

I will go and put the sprinkler on spots that have been under eves or protected from the rain and are even now dry, after all that cloudy weather last week.  Being in town we must abide by the watering regulations, - no sprinkling after 10 a.m., but that's alright.  I am likely to be seconded as apprentice carpenter, as Charles continues his ramp project in the back garden, and my gardening will be limited.  Well, it's limited anyway.  Easy to keep up to this small garden which I have refrained from turning into a domesticated jungle and which we can enjoy with a certain amount of serenity, - although I did see a small track portion of the Chinese Lantern Underground has followed us down and is busy establishing a new station, a new village branch line.  Such opportunities for expansion!!!!

I see that the Canterbury Bell has started to bloom,  - not the vivid blue, as it was last year in the garden on the hill, but a pristine white - hidden amongst the bachelor's buttons that have grown to an incredible height.  For bachelor's buttons, that is.....

I check the progress of the sunflowers planted along the outside of the back fence, and note with approval that they are beginning to spring up towards the heavens, - and the barn flower I transplanted beside the compost bin has taken nicely.

There are a few quail trekking their way to Flo's place - the neighbour who feeds them kindly each morning.

The scout who watches over the contingent sits on the fence, but ignores Callie quite pointedly......

All's well and morning's at seven when Dorothy comes for coffee, so I will go to the kitchen and look forward today to the arrival of David and Nicola, come for a visit!!  Hugs all around......