Fug

Well I've emerged from my fug of the last few days. I've had two great nights of sleep and that has helped - don't think I knew how tired I was.

I've caught up with the house after all my visitors and dealt with the house painter arriving to paint all the front windows - no mean feat when you have a Jack Russell cross dog who threatens to give the poor guy a heart attack by appearing unexpectedly on the inside of each window to complain loudly at his presence.

Weather is still poor, cold and wet, the opposite of last April. So I have lots of seedlings that are boarding in the greenhouse hoping for better days.
(I have a notion to by a meteorological diary to record the weather each day so I can do year to year comparisons.)

The coming week is busy as the wedding I agreed to do is next Saturday - just hope the weather improves - and I see the bride on Tuesday at her step-mother's, whose is a friend of mine. And Thursday is the National Galleries event, which I'm looking forward to in a terrified sort of way. Alan tells me they place a big blow up of your chosen picture beside you as you read the poem.

I also had a nice e-mail from a Spanish musician Roger Subirana who used one of my stock photos as part of the inspiration for a piece of music. You can hear it here He describes his music as "world and new age" I think it is very calming and soothing and his piano playing is wonderful.
Another nice link the net has brought me!


(photo is a hosta in heavy rain)