Monday 4 May 2020
Icing on the cake of day
Bo Peeping for sheep [widdershins!] which is what dragged us up the hill so much the last two years. But one of my morning chores was to check the water and count the legs of the sheep [N = 76, all present and correct, thanks] in the field across our lane. We had a spill of rain earlier in the week, so the N side of the hill was squelchy and will remain so unless we cop a long dry summer like 2018. There thus being nowhere to sit, I soldiered on until 824502 where a) the path forks b) there is a flat-top boulder c) I sat & ate my apple d) I snapped a selfie with Mt Leinster over my shoulder. I share the photo to give you a hint about what Vuitton, Cardin and other Parisians are thinking about for their Summer Collection. From apple-stop it was down-hill all the way and sometimes I lollop down the track in a shambling run; but me poor ould knees weren't up to that yest.
Peterson's is quite hard to navigate for a solution. But concentration (paying attention to the salient detail is what twitchers do) and Google [Ir bird pink orange breast black head] led me to bullfinch Pyrrhula pyrrhula whose name comes ultimately from the Greek πυρρός (flame-coloured) from the brilliant breast. I watched them through the glass for about ten minutes; eating dandelion and clover seeds from my ragged lawn. I was a great privilege and a great lesson in leaving the grass alone: it supports a world of life that we are usually too busy to see.
>!cookie!< and that led to the scut end of a bag of sprouting potatoes which I am pushing up the menus because they must get et. Between the two of us, it was determined that I could plant spuds experimentally in paper bags with a few holes cut in the bottom. The sprouts were oddly at one end of the potatoes, so I cut off the unsprouty end for dinner and put the other half in potato/feed bags half-full of compost with the neck stuffed with straw to weed suppression. One thing I like about this [apart from the no-dig lazy-arse aspects] is that it fills up to the very corner of the veg-bed which is always under-utilised. I debated about leaving the bags just anywhere out the way - and it's not to late to embrace that option. If I get one potato, two potato out of this I will be ahead, and delirah.
Just a perfick day, I'm glad I spent it with me. Something yompy, something pretty, something utility; two slices of sourdough toast, an apple and a lot of weak tea. Perfick!