Cudweeds and woundworts…..

I wonder, is there a vast difference between the focus encouraged in PhD students……and …..the positive rigidity of thought that is rapidly growing in regard to my interest in wild plants?

Frankly (and we’re in the UK, so yes this terminology Is correct!) i couldn’t care less about supper tonight, but i Do care quite a lot about whether or not the sweet woodruff should be moved. Figworts and periwinkles, mugworts and toadflax, mulleins and the latest wall growing red-shank are of far more interest to me than lots of what’s on offer as an alternative right now.

Is this the start of an inexorable slide into chaotic domesticity? Or could this desire actually fuel my need to have our home orderly …so that….i can go back to the welted, melancholy or creeping thistles? The jury is out!

Happily our household is currently doing their own things re meals, as one of us is on a very strict and hugely successful diet….leaving me free to eat whatever on earth i want and whenever i want as well! So supper tonight is halved oatcakes spread with marmite, topped with halved tomatoes and the whole lot are sat on slivers of cheese. Yoghurt and honey followed by chopped apples, yummy. I think the other meal consists of some cooked option that doesn’t at all appeal….

As the years advance, so does the possibility me wandering around far flung hills and hunting down rare plants. I may be spotted in the distance but at least i’ll be happy!

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¬†And this is exactly why i like travelling to other churches, watching how other folk do what happens inside these buildings; watch the glass or the wood, the piles of blankets waiting to be blessed and then taken out to be lovingly wrapped around people who have no-one left to make them a snuggle blanket…..or stuff like THIS!

Stunningly beautiful kneelers and made with SUCH care. Goodness, who wouldn’t want this for confirmations, weddings or whatever? Glorious……

It’s been a long drawn-out summer and autumn. That which should have been done, couldn’t be done ….. that which should not have been done, was…and goodness there certainly is no health in me, not right now anyway.
Was struggling with working going through the summer months but am now on the fourth week Off Work.

Bronchiectasis, it’s a thing.
I’m either able to function….or not and haven’t really got the measure of what i can and what i cannot do. (say’s she, airily…) That’s not right.At All.
i took two consecutive shifts at a nursery and….well i shouldn’t. Not really. Stupid that such a little thing like that can tip everything over the edge, but there we go.

So have had four weeks of not being out and about. Well as i CAN be out and about, but am then shattered for the next day and can’t function properly. It’s SO very annoying! I’m not being as patient with myself as i could be + no doubt would encourage Others to be!

So…. no kneelers…. no blackberry picking (thank goodness we caught the early ones- safe in the freezer)….no collecting the fallen apples on our common land….. no jam making (currently burning Everything, so not going to risk sacrificing that what fruit i did get for some forlorn hope of a result)……no coffee n chats out….

But two friends have popped by, dropped in stayed and chatted…so i’m not Quite out of the loop on current affairs.

And i am considering attending a reunion of sorts next month.

Hey ho….no doubt i will emerge fully when we are all firmly in Winter, ready to sort the Christmas tree and decorations.
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