Perfectly devoid.... a whinge
I look at the blank page and I am perfectly devoid of any inspiration. Perhaps if I was to use the Omm writer that I recently downloaded I would be suffused with ideas ........ Oh, it has very nice fonts, and meditative music along with the clicking of keys, like an old fashioned typewriter. It reminds me of when I worked for the City and typed 12 copies of minutes for the Town Planning Commission on onion skin! This was before we were married, when Charles was still in England with the RAF when he wasn't flying over Europe and I was both dexterous and young enough to cope with twelve sheets of onion skin and an old manual Remington typewriter.... when I try to copy and paste I just get the same old humdrum font here on Blogger. Oh well...
It is still raining......
Yesterday afternoon the clouds decided just to hover, rather than spill their deluge on all and sundry, and late in the day I was able to cut the hankie lawn at the back, and what passes for a lawn at the front of the house. Such a sad little bit of grass, but it has the lovely willow at one end, and a newly painted table and bench where I think about spending a quiet afternoon with a book, in the shade....
Charles is talking about going outside to finish a little ramp project he has been working on, and I peer out the window to see if the rain has perhaps stopped for a wee while, - just a smidgin would be nice. I see that despite the dampness the climbing roses are in full bloom, (though a little ragged) and a few pink poppies are hiding amongst them, shielding themselves from the stormy weather. I go out to take pictures, - the sun comes out momentarily, but it is still raining. I look for a rainbow - in vain. Nobody is making any promises today, except the weatherman who says that tomorrow will be sunny. Can he be trusted?
The clematis had fallen over in the blustery rain, so I picked them up and put them in their rightful places around the trellis
Delphinium growing, straight and true and ready to bloom amongst the roses.
Last evening we had a wonderful visit from Ashley and Ryan. She is our second youngest granddaughter and came seeking photographs from early days when the house had a room just for grandchildren, with toys and books and they were all great company for the Grandparents and we all went camping together and had lovely times.
I promised to copy and print the ones she chose and I think that would be a good project for the afternoon; to gather all those memories together and to remember what a joyful life it has been and how lucky we are.
a smile guarantee even if it's been raining for a week...
4 comments:
Well, at least you have flowers, I am feeling a bit sorry for myself it has been sunny to the north of us but here, cold, damp, foggy, not pleasant, I am almost looking forward to a frost!
The rain is rather grey. I keep reminding myself that I am supposed to give thanks in all circumstances!
Blessings, Hildred.
I think of these as the desultory days--when the weather won't settle and I can't seem to either.
I am envious of your delphinium which doesn't seem to like our zone 6 heat and humidity.
The necessry rain so often comes at the expense of a favorite flower--here the drought weeks were broken just in time to turn peonies into sodden lumps.
How lucky we are indeed Hildred. Maybe we had to live through that wartime in order to appreciate how lucky we are now.
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