Leaf like a skull

Posted on October 12, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Autumn, Bud, Colour, Crumpled, Leaf, Old, Skull, Time, Tired, WitheredLeave a comment

It’s withered, like a dead skull, on York stone pavement. Crumbling, dried, sad. Losing colour, frayed round the edges. On a thin stem, fallen from a great height, spiralled down from the highest treetop. Remember when you were a bud? Barely broken out of your twig…? Then you swelled as rain fell onto the ground. Expanding green, growth, sucking in sunlight. Changing it to sugars. Then the cold wind bit, frost grew on your surface, ice crept into your veins. Ended, you fell. You will be dust soon, forgotten.

Geese

Posted on October 11, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Feeding birds, Geese, Ill, Memory, Photos, Sunny, Time, Tired, Tonsillitis, WalkingLeave a comment

A memory of a walk round Westport Lake last year. The geese were very keen to be fed. We were gradually increasing the lengths of our walks. Then I started going for walks with a friend. I miss them. About three weeks ago I got tonsillitis and its knocked me for six. I’m getting better but still very achy. Why does that happen?I think I will be OK but I don’t want to catch anything else! Sunny warm days… Come back soon.

Morning glory flower

Posted on October 7, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Cold, Flower, Germination, Morning glory, Plant earlier, Plants, Sad, Time, Trumpet shaped flowers, WetLeave a comment

They are just about hanging on, and starting to develop flowers! The rains coming down most days and is starting to soak the soil too much. If we get a frost it’s going to destroy all the plant cells, and then, no more tender plants like these. The thing I’ve learned? Plant the seeds a month earlier, get them warm and germinating and get them out in the sun a month earlier too.

Trike trouble

Posted on October 4, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Accidental, Aged, Fixable?, Life, Oops, Rust, Seventy years old, Still going, Time, Trike, Trike conversion kit, Wear and tear2 Comments

! One of the trike wheels collapsed when hubby did a tight turn. The rim had rusted on the inside and lost strength. We are going to try and have new rear wheel rims and spokes fitted for both wheels as it’s an old kit that can be attached to a bike frame. It’s old but worth restoring.

There’s an old fashioned bike shop up the hill. We are hoping to get the rims sorted at not too much expense. I would prefer to get both done.

Fingers crossed 🤞

It’s your life too

Posted on October 2, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Caring, Covid19, Keep well, Life, Lockdown, Mask, Poem, Poetry, Stay safe, Thinking, TimeLeave a comment

I will wear it for you,

to keep you safe,

for old friends,

and new.

I will try and be safe,

wash my hands,

even wash my shopping.

I will keep my distance,

not hug,

not shake your hand.

I will cough into my elbow,

tap feet,

not touch.

I love you dearly,

I want all to be well,

all shall be well?

Are you well?

Keep safe.

Corridor

Posted on October 1, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Covid 19, Eleanora street, Life, Spode, Stoke-on-Trent, Stoke-upon-Trent, TimeLeave a comment

Welcome to Spode studios. I have to admit I have not been in since the March lockdown. My reasons? Covid19, fear of catching it or passing it on if I do catch it.

The corridors are usually quiet, but you don’t know who’s there. I should call in, but now I’ve started an online course my available time has reduced. I need to make a timetable. To work out when I should go in. I have good intentions, but as they say about them, the road to hell is paved with them. I guess I’m really a bit down and still recovering from my tonsillitis. Yuk.

Leaf

Posted on September 28, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Autumn, Garden, Leaf, Mulch, Photo, Plant, Poem, Poetry, Regrowth, Time, WinterLeave a comment

One yellow leaf, fallen

Sitting with weeds and grass

Old brown leaves

Already over.

Leaves that turn to mulch

Rotting

Nutrients

Sinking

Into the ground

To renew next year

Feed the roots

To grow new shoots

After winters sleep.

Repetition

Posted on September 24, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Age, Deafness, Hearing, Hearing aids, Life, Repetition, Sound, Speaking, Talking, Time, Words10 Comments

When you live with someone with bad hearing loss, be prepared to repeat yourself. Sometimes endlessly.

He has hearing aids, but he doesn’t always remember to put them in, and even when he does he can’t always hear me. I repeat things, but because he has lost the higher frequency sounds my voice can be too high to hear. We end up in a guessing game. I say a word say ‘splurge’ for instance, and he will say ‘Forge, force?’ I repeat, then ‘sort? Sports?’ repeat again, trying to pitch my voice lower…. ‘splits?’ finally he gets it. The energy it takes to communicate is hard work. Tiring. Irritating. But ultimately we communicate.

Mazed

Posted on September 21, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Age, Forgetting, Life, Lost mind, Maze, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Thinking, TimeLeave a comment

My minds a maze

The world’s a haze

Memories topple

Like a worm in an apple.

Lost in a haze

Into distance I gaze

Thoughts that occur

Do not always concur.

Finding a thread

That just ends up dead

Seeing a face

But don’t know it’s place?

Older I get

The more…?

I forget.

Holding hands

Posted on September 17, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Forty years, Holding hands, Letting go, Life, Love, Staying together, Thinking, Time, TogetherLeave a comment

Holding hands? After forty years we still do. But sometimes I just need to let go. When I’m typing, it’s impossible to type left handed. Impossible to chose the picture I want to use. Impossible to add tabs, categories. Sometimes you need a bit of freedom. The chance to do your own thing. Not tied together, feeling like you have to support the other one. It’s not just typing, it’s all the other things I would like to do, but I’m sure he feels the same way. Life, together, sometimes it’s hard to know when to let go (but stay together).

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Time