knowing, slowing, growing things
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pensnestThe sky was beautifully blue on Sunday, a helpful incentive to get me out in the garden. I unstrangled the blackcurrant bushes from the netting I had put very badly over them, then dug out a bunch of weeds, rediscovered the tentatively emerging rhubarbs, and planted a rhubarb root that I was given recently. Good job, plenty more to do.
I had my official Mother's Day lunch yesterday—Beast and I walked into town and met the children at Namaste Village where we had a delicious, entirely vegetarian curry meal. We walked back via the new sinkhole on Carrow Hill (not big enough for a double decker bus, happily) and through the crowds of Canaries fans making their way to Carrow Road.
Before that... hmm. Friday afternoon we spent our whole dance lesson waltzing, mostly so that Beast could embed the leads for a Whisk and a Hesitation into his brain. It's hard work, waltzing. You wouldn't think so to look at it, but it is! I had been to the local dance shoe shop earlier in the week, but there was literally no pair of ballroom/Latin shoes in the place in my size, and most of them were for tiny people with size 3 feet. Apparently the current owner isn't much interested in ballroom dancing. It shows. So there will have to be a shoe quest. Or, Bun tells me, I could get a nice, comfortable pair of regular shoes soled with suede, which is beginning to look like a good idea. That way I might even be able to get a pair of coloured shoes.
The snowflakes are now abundant in the back garden, my blue hyacinths sneakily grew while I was taking no notice, and there are even some very tiny narcissus flowers peeking out above the leaves that have clustered on the flowerbed. The wild flowers are easily outdoing the planted ones. There are primroses in the usual spots in the back garden, and several little pale clusters of them at the front as well. Lots of broad leaves at the front, though I dare say many of them will just be dandelions. Still. I await with interest. And my seeds are showing some signs of life—I think the three yellow courgettes are coming up, one cauliflower, two or three of the same kind of kale, and four (so far) little spikes of sweetcorn. Hmph. Could do better.
I managed another bout of weeding after lunch yesterday, despite having done Tough Yoga and cardio in the morning. (Tough Yoga, as distinct from Killer Yoga, which was on Tuesday, and distinguished this week by our groans of woe as we staggered from the studio. The hardest bit of Tough Yoga is the slow-mo press-ups, which are actually harder than the repeated plank-press actions yesterday, but less numerous.)
The glorious blue sky, as well as encouringing me outdoors, provides a fitting background to the peak day of Magnolia Fortnight. The trees hereabouts are in full and open bloom but have not quite decided to start shedding yet. Otherwise, there is white blossom in little clouds, an occasional pink tree, and some cheerful yellow splashes of forsythia. Many of the trees are sporting fresh green buds, including the plum trees at the top of my garden (the wild plums are already in blossom and have been 'snowing' outside the bedroom window for several days). I like Spring. I am more about the colours of Autumn, on the whole, but the colours of Spring definitely deserve poetry.
Costume night at rehearsal this evening. I have accumulated a number of witchy outfit-adjacent items, it will be a matter of figuring out how they fit together. But at least I won't have to go on stage naked, even though that would probably be more authentic than anything else.
I had my official Mother's Day lunch yesterday—Beast and I walked into town and met the children at Namaste Village where we had a delicious, entirely vegetarian curry meal. We walked back via the new sinkhole on Carrow Hill (not big enough for a double decker bus, happily) and through the crowds of Canaries fans making their way to Carrow Road.
Before that... hmm. Friday afternoon we spent our whole dance lesson waltzing, mostly so that Beast could embed the leads for a Whisk and a Hesitation into his brain. It's hard work, waltzing. You wouldn't think so to look at it, but it is! I had been to the local dance shoe shop earlier in the week, but there was literally no pair of ballroom/Latin shoes in the place in my size, and most of them were for tiny people with size 3 feet. Apparently the current owner isn't much interested in ballroom dancing. It shows. So there will have to be a shoe quest. Or, Bun tells me, I could get a nice, comfortable pair of regular shoes soled with suede, which is beginning to look like a good idea. That way I might even be able to get a pair of coloured shoes.
The snowflakes are now abundant in the back garden, my blue hyacinths sneakily grew while I was taking no notice, and there are even some very tiny narcissus flowers peeking out above the leaves that have clustered on the flowerbed. The wild flowers are easily outdoing the planted ones. There are primroses in the usual spots in the back garden, and several little pale clusters of them at the front as well. Lots of broad leaves at the front, though I dare say many of them will just be dandelions. Still. I await with interest. And my seeds are showing some signs of life—I think the three yellow courgettes are coming up, one cauliflower, two or three of the same kind of kale, and four (so far) little spikes of sweetcorn. Hmph. Could do better.
I managed another bout of weeding after lunch yesterday, despite having done Tough Yoga and cardio in the morning. (Tough Yoga, as distinct from Killer Yoga, which was on Tuesday, and distinguished this week by our groans of woe as we staggered from the studio. The hardest bit of Tough Yoga is the slow-mo press-ups, which are actually harder than the repeated plank-press actions yesterday, but less numerous.)
The glorious blue sky, as well as encouringing me outdoors, provides a fitting background to the peak day of Magnolia Fortnight. The trees hereabouts are in full and open bloom but have not quite decided to start shedding yet. Otherwise, there is white blossom in little clouds, an occasional pink tree, and some cheerful yellow splashes of forsythia. Many of the trees are sporting fresh green buds, including the plum trees at the top of my garden (the wild plums are already in blossom and have been 'snowing' outside the bedroom window for several days). I like Spring. I am more about the colours of Autumn, on the whole, but the colours of Spring definitely deserve poetry.
Costume night at rehearsal this evening. I have accumulated a number of witchy outfit-adjacent items, it will be a matter of figuring out how they fit together. But at least I won't have to go on stage naked, even though that would probably be more authentic than anything else.