time slips away…

and leaves you with nothing mister

but boring stories of

glory days.

Glory Days by Bruce Springsteen

Life is pretty glorious around here these past days.  The day after my snow day, equilibrium was restored and the rest of this week has just slipped away in a haze of roasting sun, dog walking, art making, friend visiting, appointment keeping, charity shop visiting and writing, all enjoyable.

I am immensely grateful for it..

I have taken to scribbling a couple of pages of stream of consciousness writing each morning as suggested in my new favourite book Walking in this World by Julia Cameron.  It seems that I have been lent this book to read just when I needed it..

“If we stop watching the movies in our head with the scary sound track and start listening to things like Whistle While You Work or Zippity Doo-Dah. We may begin to make a little head way.  We need to get into reality”

I’ve been singing Zippity Doo-Dah all day.  Not in public of course, I’m not that mad – yet.

Anyway, enough of my head stuff

Our part of the world is deep into summer now and next week is Lammas, the first of the harvest festivals.  Everything in our garden is fruiting, flowering and seeding furiously and because we have had so little rain and the temperatures have been scorching I have had to water every night.

P1030778We were lucky that there were already dahlias planted in the garden before we moved in.  One of my favorite flowers – my Mum had a huge bed of them in the house I grew up in.

P1030772Plums, plums, plums, plums, plums, plums, plums.  Whoever lived here before must have loved them, we have four trees – jam anyone?

P1030807P1030803The lovely little echinacea plant I bought last autumn in time for it to die off.  It stayed in a pot all over winter and had a bit of a hard life but it has sprung a new.

P1030804Our wild vegetable garden, calvero nero, beetroot, tomatoes, courgette, aubergine.

I will leave you now as my dinner awaits.  It is my main stay of the summer months, onions, garlic, aubergine, courgette, basil all in a stew with a big dollop of sweet chilli sauce mixed in to liven things up a bit – so easy.

If you don’t hear from me for a few days it’s because Mr T is home tomorrow night and we are off to the beach for the weekend and then to visit my Ma.

I will take photos and remember guys..

Be Here Now 😉


If You Have An Option…

I have to say I haven’t done a lot today.

Apart from eat, breathe and pat my dogs, I have watched a couple of the wonderful ‘Scott and Baileys’ my new favorite British crime drama with three (yes three!!!) strong female lead characters.  I have also managed to nearly finish one square for my cardigan.  I say nearly finish because I woke up this morning with brain fog so dire I could have cried.

But I didn’t..

That is because I picked up a new book that a friend had lent me called ‘Walking in this World’ by Julia Cameron and was so inspired by the first couple of chapters where she advocates writing three pages of stream-of-consciousness writing every morning that I scooted out of bed to find an old note book to start writing in and on the first page I opened, found I had written..

Shit happens – misery is optional.


So I decided to opt out of misery and to enjoy a snow day instead even though the temperature was pushing 30C again.

I had a shower, fixed my breakfast and hopped back into bed, books, laptop, iced juice, dogs and all.  Windows wide open to catch the slightest breath of wind.  We have been here all day apart from quick trips for the necessary and what I can say is that I have managed to avoid a total misery wipe out – success, I may even manage to finish crocheting this square tonight 😉

And tomorrow is a new day..


be here now..


by Jeffrey Harrison

It’s a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you’ve never said circling inside you.

It’s the rising wind that pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.

Autumn - Hay Castle

This ancient building is at the heart of our small town and believe it or not there is a enormous book shop in the other, not so ruined, end of the castle.  For more information about it go here

Autumn - Hay Castle

Tardy With The Pumpkins

I learned a lesson last weekend – never leave your Samhain (Halloween) pumpkin buying till the last day.   Two weeks ago the foyer of our local Co-Op was jam-packed with massive orange pumpkins.  On the day itself there were only a few sad, manky ones left.  The first Samhain I have been without orange hands for many years, and I didn’t even have a swede to make do with 😦    😉

So my friends from our local  Stitch and Bitch let themselves loose on the defenseless town of Hay-on-Wye last Thursday.  In celebration of Samhain they yarn graffitied all over the place.  You can check out photos of their exploits at my friend Emanation’s blog Yarn Craft Revival.  Take a particular look at the fourth photo on that post – I spotted the same devil hat in the pub on Saturday night.  The wearer was very happy to claim it for his own when he spotted it on its pole.

Nick and his new fiendish hat

I myself was not with the guerrilla yarn grrrls that night, as I was still suffering from the longest bought of flu I have ever had.  Have only just got rid of the cough now – it feels really good to feel fit and well again.

I have still not managed to get to Ikea, both times I was meant to go my friend backed out, so finally my darling Mr T has said he will come with me this Sunday.  I can’t wait to finally have some shelves to unpack our books and my craft gear.   Also we will get a table so that when my friend Julie arrives the week after next, we will be able to sit and eat dinner around it.  Cool bananas.   Also of course on Sunday, Tude and I will be able to scoff Ikea meatballs 😉

Daylight saving finished in this country on Sunday and the clocks went back an hour – man does it get dark early now! At work on Tuesday afternoon I watched in amazement as  the lights in the shops across the road grew bright in the dimness – it was three pm.  Because of that I am getting a tad obsessed with bringing more light into our little house.  I’ve got my bright, plastic flower fairy lights going and will look for more fairy lights at Ikea.  I’ve got candles galore, just not many candle holders yet, or the shelves to put them on but it’s happening.  It will be a huge pleasure making a bright, warm haven against the dark and cold.  Remember I have just had two summers in a row – winter is going to be fun.  I have my fur lined boots out and have found a full length, wool, mans overcoat in the charity shop which needed to come home with me.   Bring it on..

Making it bright

In my spare time I have been attempting some hand embroidery.  Ever since I discovered subversive stitching it’s been just another one of those things I wanted to do but never got around to.  Well – no time like the present, and I can do it while watching a program or listening to the radio, I have massive amounts of tray cloths, doilies etc so I figured that they would be a perfect  canvas for a few choice words..

be here now - a reminder that I need constantly