Contentment…continued….

Quick catch up of life:

  • Our garden continues to delight and entrance.
  • Sleeping better than ever before.
  • Still spending lots of time outside.
  • Occasionally there is a buzzard over the woods ( yet i am aware that others are not as appreciative…).
  • Passing horses have taken to leaving fabulous droppings either in the lane or on the road at the top of the lane…. Happy Days!
  • My mobile finally gave a last gasp and packed in. I now have a reconditioned one of the same sort of/ kind of variety as the one i had before. It should be easy to sort out and when i can drag myself away from (here or) the garden (!)…i will.
  • Our ancient and very wonderful cat finally took a one way trip to the vet. Not an easy decision, but as her quality of life had taken a dive ( from an already very low spot anyway…) it was the only humane thing to do.  Apparently she had something going on in her brain and it wasn’t going to get any better + she was blind. We’d already had two non-response episodes….sometimes she couldn’t take care of her own needs….and circling a room three times before attempting the door another three times isn’t great. On the plus side, she managed an escape attempt up the lane before being shepherded back by a burly fella being as polite to her as he would his great grandmother….she enjoyed sleeping in the sunshine….purring never went out of fashion….kept a great appetite…..she saw off two cheeky sparrows last week + left up onto a low wall (wat?!) Our home is now quieter.
  • Just now as i finished off cutting back some ornamental grasses, as frog popped out and landed on my hand. Frogs are quite light in weight…….
  • Matters are moving forward decisively as far as selling our old home goes.
  • I Need to spend more time with an Ancient Parent…so now cat is no more, maybe i can?
  • It’s sunny still….excuse me, i need to go!
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Currently this little darling….plus three others (one is another northern marsh and two as yet unknown)…..is taking up lots of my brain activity!
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Spending LOTS of (most!) time outside….unless the pets have been up in the night that is. Cat is ancient and prone to noise and wandering, so she’s now been shut in the kitchen during the night. Dog had me up twice last night and today i didn’t even use a toaster. Much less actually go outside and garden

 

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Every Single Day……

….something new!
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Today was the very welcome discovery of Hedge Woundwort on part of the margin our garden. So that little piece must be kept clear of the bush cutter, which is helpfully and very effectively doing exactly what it says on the tin. I kinda squinted at this plant, checked out the shape of leaves etc, but it was only once picked, that i knew we have a woundwort…that smell!
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The other day we found a clump of hardy geranium and frankly never was i so pleased to see some of this stuff, our garden is what is sometimes referred to as a field-garden. The ground here is v damp and in down season wet as well. But give it a couple of days of sunshine and the ground opens up, cracks wide enough to slip my hand in. Usual and ordinary plants just won’t get a chance here, unless we put in some raised beds. But it’s rental and is it really fair to change the garden in such a major way, when the next people might not want this? We think not. So we’ve decided to mow and clear…and hopefully when the darling home returns to the landlord, the garden will be in better shape than we received it. And we will be fitter!
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Attempting to keep the various helpful clumps of meadowsweet is proving interesting, Mr Kitchenish mows very effectively and with deep concentration. And so far the (much pointed out) meadowsweet has all been neatly mown. So imagine my surprise when himself informed me of the presence of orchids in our grass! And none have been mown!! Not one, but Two types of wild orchid have found their home in our garden and I am quite twitter-patted by this discovery…..
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A very odd looking plant thrust itself skywards but in spite of books on the subject, i was at a loss. Daughter helped…others offered possibilities….but it seems that we have a clump of Martagon Lillies.
Swoon……
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There is a hedge around most of the garden, but parts have either fallen into disrepair or been allowed to ‘lapse’.. There is a low wall, but that’s not enough for pets and previous tennants have installed an assortment of wire fencings. But wire fencing….in this area, looks naff. So having obtained permission, we will ensure that the wire fencing acts as a suitable support for a suitable series of hedging plants. So far three elms, two beeches and a honeysuckle gone in. There are various other pots of hedging plants waiting to be planted once the much dreaded ground elder roots are removed from a small enough area to allow planting. Various hedging plants over the years have gone in….and helpfully self seeded in the vicinity, so it’s just a question of filling in the gaps. We already have beech, sycamore and ash helpfully cut to size, loads of honeysuckle and type of hedging shrub that i really ought to identify soon and miles of ivy.
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The bush cuter initially required attention but newly serviced the blessed thing has started earning its keep. Goodness; the toads have ambled smartly into their holes and remained there, or waddled under the shed… whilst the frogs have either legged it towards the japonica or removed themselves to the far reaches of the garden. The wilderness is becoming tamed. Slowly and with less finesse than a gallon of weedkiller might manage. But, the change is noticeable. And pleasing.
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The advent of a ride-on mower provided an interesting start to mowing this amount of grass. But all was not what it was supposed to be. So in the words of Dear Zoo….it’s gone back. We will be getting another, but until then we have a self propelled push type and it’s doing very well indeed.
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But easily the largest change to our lives….well mine anyway…is the addition a family of tawny owls. They set up stall and start their chorusing around 10pm…..lull us to sleep until midnight, when i am acutely aware of silence. They return around 4am for a little trill before fluttering off…the whole family….and leaving us in peace. Only today it was pieces.
So i got up.
Himself appeared around 6am and asked if i felt alright. A sensible enough question , given my dislike of all thing Early.
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It was very peaceful sitting with a brew before 5am. The pets ignored me. The world was silent. I wonder if it will happen again tomorrow?
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…and just like that, i’m home.

For me anyway, the concept of “home” is an odd one and it is something that i’ve chatted about with others. Is “home”, however one defines it, an area? A building? A room? Is home the people? A person?
For me anyway home is really about having a bedroom, my own space, even if shared with another or others. True, if more rooms are involved, i’m even happier. But push to shove….the nurses home at Central Middlesex Hospital springs to mind… i can make myself at home, in a room, quite easily. Opposite that nurses home there was an old deserted children’s home that had escaping purple iris, galloping pink flowering currant bushes, wild and endless herbaceous borders with flowering shrubs around the edges and random bulbs providing endless blooms throughout the year so my bedroom usually had flowers.

A swift count tells me that this is my 27th bedroom. So it’s the 27th time that i’ve put down roots, invested emotional energy in a place, coaxed plants to grow, arranged photos on a handily available surface (gosh, that dates me!), it’s the 27th time that i’ve made decisions about where to place furniture. The 27th time that i’ve shaken my head and wondered yet again about my propensity to collect clutter.
We are almost there. There IS the minor matter of a previous home to sell, but matters are taking their natural course and i have no doubt that the right person is waiting to move in, to start their life in that part of North East Manchester that i grew to know and love so well. Initially (way back when) there were misgivings about living on the edges of a city, loathing suburbia it had to have easy access to wilderness and Moston Brook so near provided a much needed escape for me. Moston Brook with its damp and ever changing habitat.

So imagine my amusement to discover that our garden here in Scotland, is frankly a minor Moston Brook! But however tempting it might be, a Garden is not a publicly available wild space nor should it be treated in the same way. So no, i will not be encouraging swathes of bouncing meadowsweet, nor will our garden include banks of butterbur. For now at least, what grass is available must be cut….the thistles will not be allowed to grow….ground elder or dandelion can’t be allowed to flower along the boundary with our neighbour….and somehow, the rush will have to go away without forming damp, dank, colour-leached patches. Hedging plants need to occupy some gaps…..a massive towering bundle of old brambles and odd dead branches must be cleared….a few shrubs require rescuing…. but that apart, all we need to do is reclaim what was once a perfectly decent garden.
As far as gardening goes, I’m not great at destruction. But here? Here there needs to be some fairly tough ground rules:

1) Thistles and brambles are banished. If we want blackberries there are perfectly acceptable thornless varieties and don’t start me on the thistle.

2) Eating ground elder/ sorrel/ dandelion is not a rational form of weed control, not in this garden …

3) That old adage of ‘Less is More’ is a very good place for us to start…and also remain for a little while longer.

4) Rush in one’s garden is neither acceptable nor helpful. Some people might want to weave with them and suchlike, i don’t. They can go and the sooner the better. I’ve been told about and shown nicely mown areas that were once rush infested. So i know that without recourse to draining the land it is possible to heavily discourage their existence in a garden. It shall be so.

5) Gardening on into the evening is now out. (Midges)

Excuse me, there are about three years depth of dead rush to rake out.

Oh…and would i go back to living in England or on the edge of a city?
Nope!
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Scotland.

Last month we started the journey towards Relocation!

Retirement beckoned…and then shook the hand of….my other half and in the run up to this momentous event, we took rental of a property in the south of Scotland. It’s near enough for Elderly Parent Visits and convenient enough for one of the offspring and their family. Importantly though, it’s North of the Border.

Already we’ve done an overnighter…i’ve managed Two and ….it’s home. Just like that.

So one house is being folded down whilst the other is looking positively cluttered. We are in one place and what we want is often in the Other place. Lists. Diaries. Notes. Hopes and prayers.
Boxes come to mean the difference between a good nights sleep and one spent trying not to forget that the china cups are next to the slow cook. While a decent supply of post-it notes and marker pens, to say nothing of stamps/ envelopes/ sellotape and scissors, has ensured many tranquil nights of fantastic and very deep sleep.

And as we leave one place, the importance of what we either move to Scotland with us or leave behind….shifts somewhat. There is no deadline or target, no hurrying and ferreting around, this move is tranquil by comparison with All other moves and will take place in a leisurely manner over the next month or so.

The only problem is that life does go on. Diaries will HAVE to be used or i foresee extended family ructions.

Yet through all of this, i still amble around; checking on the sweet woodruff, wondering about the wild garlic and attempting to identify a particularly wonderful plant that is spilling out of the ditches in Scotland right now. It might be far more helpful were i to attempt the back shelf of the shed, but the garden here in the city is muddy, my boots have only just dried out and to be honest wild flowers are a better bet….ISTM
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Ireland

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Popping over to Ireland to visit family is one thing.

Being surrounded by water and beauty is quite another.

I’ve met wonderful people, seen amazing buildings and contemplated seemingly endless stretches of lochs.

It’s…..not the same as Manchester.
At all.
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….reporting in.

So….

* the shelves and drawers have ALL been gone through and for the second time!

* bedding cupboard is brutally sorted and most bedding and linen won’t see the light of day until we reach Scotland.

*cherished clutter has been…er…decluttered, sorted & sifted and with what remains neatly packaged into labelled cardboard boxes.

* the kitchen is depleted and we have to stop asking each other where such and such is. As if it can’t be Seen…it’s been packed!

* snagging list is being worked through but i keep coming across rulers, random nails and screws, pieces of string, pieces of wood and last week a screwdriver in the bathroom…

* grandchildren have now been banned from the house, frankly it’s way too dangerous.

And as this process goes on, my grasp on previously cherished objects has decidedly ‘loosened’. The bowl of china shards that i have spent the last ten years picking out of local rivers and brooks have been released back into wild. It was like releasing minnows back into the Lune after a day spent looking at them in jam jars when we were children. Various bits and pieces that i’d thought i would keep forever, have been blown away to find their new lives and the local charity shops are very friendly towards us now.

Christmas Day tomorrow and for the first time in many a long year we are at home with no little ones, nor yet any Grown Up little ones either. It’s quite lovely but will i think be the Last year with no one else around at Christmas time. So we are going to make the most of it; little things really, like having tiny sherry glasses out on the sideboard with our Ginger Wine!

A few days left until 2018.
A year which will bring many changes.
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