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I woke up this morning and then went back to bed. I’ve got one of those green snotty colds. A sore throat and a bit of a cough.
I guess I’m a bit under the weather. Tired, achy. Not bad enough to be really ill, just grotty and with a blocked up nose.
My partner says “if you see a bunny, and it’s nose is green and runny, do not think it’s funny, cos it snot”…..
Well that’s about all I can say at the moment. Ugh…
It’s windy and sunny today. I should be out in the fresh air drawing with urban sketchers. Instead I’m inside with a runny, snotty nose and head cold.
I could still go out, but I’m tired. I have a friend visiting tomorrow and the house needs tidying.
The cat just came and stretched up and sharpened her claws on my leg (her way of being friendly) ow!
Shall I go or stay? Or just go back to bed….
Get some asprin or paracetamol and decide….. To sleep
I’m sitting here this evening feeling cold. I put on the electric fan heater after putting on a thick jumper. Also fluffy slippers. I didn’t understand why the temperature was falling. Yes it’s cold, wet and windy outside but the central heating was on. I checked to make sure the door was shut…. Yes, all OK.
Then my husband who was gently toasting his hands over the oil heater said….
Oh I left the window open upstairs!
Brr……
Grr……
Now I’m getting too hot.
Funny what shutting a window will do.
What does she mean
It’s grey and gloomy.!
There is no sun..
There is no colour…
What can she mean
What spring is Springing?
What leaves are budding?
It’s winter you fool!
But….
I can see the catkins
Hanging down and waving.
Life is reviving.
Revivified, coming back
Now we can move on….
Inside the garden centre cafe, looking out over the Trent valley. A little patch of blue amid the grey clouds. The cafe lights reflected on the window are causing the two white patches.
We walked round and bought bird food a planter and some seeds for chrysanthemums, geraniums and other flowers to put in later in the year.
Most of the outside area was taped off with striped tape, a bit like a massive crime scene. This was a concrete area covered in ice and snow.
After a hot chocolate and a coffee we came back out into the freezing cold air and a low sun slanting it’s brilliant rays through the trees. You have to be an optimist if you do gardening. Looking forward to growth and new life. Thinking about opportunities for trying to grow new plants and exotic fruits.
I’m back home in the warm now. But going back out in the cold soon……
I had walked into my bedroom and seen the shadowy figure of my partner sitting in a chair by the window. I tried to see his face but the full moon in the window behind him cast darkness across his face.
“What’s up with the lights?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“I took out the bulbs” he replied..
That was something I had not thought of. “Why?”
“I need the dark” was all he would say.
I felt the chill air seeping into my body, something was wrong with the heating, it had been playing up before I went out to choir practice. Now it was as cold inside as it had been out in the night.
“It’s cold” I said simply. “Do you want a coffee?”
“No”
I was getting worried and scared, Henri was usually a happy, talkative man. His manner now was just not like him.
“I’m going downstairs” I said,
“No” again..
“Well this is stupid” I started to edge towards the door.
Then he opened his eyes….they were glowing gold….
I ran. Down the stairs, tripping and falling but catching the bannister I managed to halt myself. I felt a bone crack in one of my fingers, but I found I felt no pain, I just wanted to get out. Get back in the car, get away……
(To be continued…..?)
She walks across the ice to reach the water, strutting her stuff with only a few slight slides as her claws slip on the frozen surface.
The cold is penetrating despite the weak winter sunlight. The birds feet are not Feathered, she must have antifreeze in her blood. Bigger birds like ducks can force their way through but she can stand on it, weight spread by big toes.
She can reach the grain and bread I threw that landed on the ice, even though its only millimetres thick.
Living through winter must be tough. Birds are not being fed enough because people have been told not to feed them bread but people are not feeding the birds grain or duck food.
Life survives although cold kills, with care the balance is maintained.
