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Jan. 22nd, 2011 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
endlessraritiesGreat. The burning throat has now metamorphosed into a horrible cough. If I see another cup of honey tea I think I'll scream - or rasp in my efforts to scream - and I've now graduated up onto the Menthol Strepsils. Mmmm, lovely....
The weather's very dreich and damp today, but on a positive note, life is returning to the garden. The snowdrops are in bud, and one of the hellebores is close to flowering. I've done a few garden chores. I potted another begonia, and potted up my penstemmon Heavenly Blue. I even tried to do some weeding, but the permafrost is still reigning supreme out there, so any effort was counter-productive. This year's plant order is already away - knowing my luck, everything will arrive when I'm on holiday, and my treasured little darlings will all be lying dead on my return.
If only the Big Garden Birdwatch was taking place this weekend, because we're inundated today. I counted fifteen chaffinches this morning, plus seven blackbirds, two siskins, three goldfinches, etcetera, etcetera. Come to think of it, I haven't heard any mention of the BGBW this year, so maybe the RSPB aren't running it. That'd be a shame, because I think we'd have a good showing.
It's too foggy for photography today, but if the weather clears tomorrow, I'll go on a castle hunt. With this revolting lurgy hanging around, I'm not much good for anything else. If things stay grey, dank and 'orrible, then I'll have to resort to some earlier photos I took of Option B.
And now I'm going to make the most of my quarantined status. I'm going to do some writing. You'll be pleased to hear that Homer the Breadmaker has returned, after having made a full recovery. I'm told a cheese & chive loaf is in the pipeline.
Yum. I feel better already.
The weather's very dreich and damp today, but on a positive note, life is returning to the garden. The snowdrops are in bud, and one of the hellebores is close to flowering. I've done a few garden chores. I potted another begonia, and potted up my penstemmon Heavenly Blue. I even tried to do some weeding, but the permafrost is still reigning supreme out there, so any effort was counter-productive. This year's plant order is already away - knowing my luck, everything will arrive when I'm on holiday, and my treasured little darlings will all be lying dead on my return.
If only the Big Garden Birdwatch was taking place this weekend, because we're inundated today. I counted fifteen chaffinches this morning, plus seven blackbirds, two siskins, three goldfinches, etcetera, etcetera. Come to think of it, I haven't heard any mention of the BGBW this year, so maybe the RSPB aren't running it. That'd be a shame, because I think we'd have a good showing.
It's too foggy for photography today, but if the weather clears tomorrow, I'll go on a castle hunt. With this revolting lurgy hanging around, I'm not much good for anything else. If things stay grey, dank and 'orrible, then I'll have to resort to some earlier photos I took of Option B.
And now I'm going to make the most of my quarantined status. I'm going to do some writing. You'll be pleased to hear that Homer the Breadmaker has returned, after having made a full recovery. I'm told a cheese & chive loaf is in the pipeline.
Yum. I feel better already.
