Good morning from a still dry Bristol. No rain for ages.
I had a strange morning yesterday - washing and bedding done and hung out to dry. I didn’t expect it to be done early as there was not a breath of air.
I walked to my friend’s, but had forgotten her house number. Up and down, up and down… didn’t have her phone number, so I called the church office. The administrator is her neighbour; it went straight to voicemail. In desperation, I emailed her. Her reception was dodgy, but I got one back and was only 15 minutes. In turn, she knows I’m very punctual and was wondering where I was!
After a good hour together, I took a bus home - guess what? I went to the wrong bus stop! Got to the right one just in time. I then purchased a few viola plants together with cyclamen and a heather. I hope they settle in and give me colour over the winter.
The afternoon was spent reading, translating and trying to understand a short story by Isabel Allende for my Spanish class on Tuesday.
Today, I’m getting and arranging vegetables given to me by the generous local greengrocer for our harvest festival service tomorrow. I make chutney/pickle with the vegetables and try to give him a jar or two. It’s also the vicar’s last sermon after 24 years here and his retirement service is next week.
Quiet afternoon. I’ll finish my Spanish and do little…
bellas, babies today seem to either be given extraordinary names or have the most popular name; no one is called for example Mary or Peter any more…. I’m glad you are finding gardening soothing, helter; enjoy your day mick.
Carpe diem 🦩🌹🦩🦩🦩