Storytime

Everything comes down to choice. From the most basic choices to 'Do I get out of bed' or 'Do I stay snuggled and read all day.' Some factors come to the fore. Do I have to work? Is it a weekend/ day off? Simple choices like 'what shall I wear today?'  Once again, what we are doing does come into play. When I'm home I'm a slob. Jeans or trackies all day. Work is another matter...and once again it's choice. Do I want to wear a dress, some colour, all in black and an amazing piece of glitter?  What shoe to wear?  Boring flats for work alas (too old to be on my feet in heels all day) What do I have for lunch? Take something from home, buy something while out? Every little thing is a choice. Do I walk this way or take that path? Do I sit and veg out or clean the house? Do I put on the washing or finish reading this chapter? What colour icing will I make? Where do I put green/ purple/ orange? So many choices we make each a...

Seems that I blinked and somehow January is behind us and we are heading off into February. Second month of the year. One twelfth of the year gone and dusted...can't take it back...can't change it. As for goals for this year...I am stumped. Really have no idea, a few vague nuances yes but for a concrete THIS IS WHAT I WILL ACHIEVE THIS YEAR...nothing. For the garden, it's different. I have an idea...dig a bit...usually dig a bit more...more often than not I dig a whole lot more. Then I plant, and plant, and move some around. I let them stay at least for a while. Some I will move again... And so I tweak and rejig until it resembles a bit of how I wanted it to look. Most often it is just a vague nod to my original plan, but I had a goal. An aim. The above bed began with other half cutting down the blue spruce. Add in the weeping cherry from Dad, Christmas and birthday present, then I added the plants from daughter's wedding (so it is called the Wedding ...

It's up there with one of the most stressful things you can do...and it never gets easier, no matter how many times you do it. I don't know what's worse, the actual moving, or the packing up of everything. But it becomes one of life's facts-----one day you will have to move. You will have to look at ALL of your belongings and ask 'do I need all this?' The answer of course is no...but....yes we have that 'but I may use it one day'...or 'surely it will come back in fashion'....or 'one of the kids will use that racket/scuba gear/ trampoline/ golf set some day'. Chances are, no they won't. But the human race are known hoarders. We keep everything.  Sometimes it's for sentimental reasons, sometimes it's because we fear we may never find that exact thing again (as if we really need a violet foot stool with lion feet---and no I don't). Sometimes we collect things to fill an emptiness inside, or because we ...