All fall down. What a name for a storm, and now Jocelyn. I mean perhaps Ruarri, or something?
Floods and wind, the electric gate needs replacing, and now I have hearings aids I can hear every zephyr.
Even the Berberis from Cally gardens has gone lopsided.
R has been clearing up the flower beds and I have raked out the debris from the stream so now, hopefully, it will not spread across the garden, so soggy.
J has been round and will give me a quote for tidying up the broken branches. D has been and told us we need a new gate motor. I have been to the doc only it was the wrong day so I came home.
I have put all the scruffy amaryllis into one big pot with compost and some pelleted hen manure. I have found a couple of rabbit holes hidden away by the top fence but they are hard to get at for one who tends to fall over a lot.
And the wind has reached 150mph in The Faroes, raining again, though the heron was back on the pond and I saw a treecreeper ascending the big cherry tree.
The gardener did not come today and I do not blame him. It is dark and the rain is spattering on my window.
However we do have our first daffodil buds and the snowdrops are great - this is really due to R diligently spreading them. (This is my main gardener and she comes free(ish).
So now nearly February and where has the time gone? (Probably asleep or reading a book?)
Our bench is on its back again.
There are floods in the low fields.
All in all things can only get better.
Can't they??
Should I write to the King and ask him how the op was?
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