We inherited two apple trees when we moved into Ticklepenny both eaters although, sadly, the squirrels and birds devoured most of them each year. Still, they looked lovely and were shady in summer and blessed with a profusion of blossom each Spring. Our daughters never did much climbing and neither did the older grandchildren . . . But Kpip was fearless! Here she is aged four and on her way to the top where she would sway and thus shake the branches at risk of life and limb! She had a lot of fun up that ole tree.
Well the heavy and very wet snow we had just before last Christmas brought it down ~ it crashed into the fence and was more or less completely uprooted. It couldn't be saved and we had to resign ourselves to the fact that Kpip would never climb it again and poor little Rpie would just never get a turn. So it was removed and all but the stump disposed of. The winds in January and February brought down first two and then two more fence panels and the garden was a sorry sight for a while. And, worse! I felt very exposed!!
Happily my lovely neighbour, Ricky, came last week and installed a new fence with which I am more than a little delighted. And a sturdy, locking, gate.
Roll on Summer and Happy Times!
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Po xx
So today I was going to:
do some housework and ironing
sort the mail/paperwork
finish stitching a card
blog about books I have read
go to book group
But . . .
Ricky and the chaps, who were going to come tomorrow to start on the fence, were able to come today. Which was good. Especially as they fully expect to come again tomorrow and probably finish ~ Hoorah!!
And they managed to demolish the old fence, tidy up in preparation for construction and then started a bonfire. Yay! There it is (the bonfire) up in the corner.
But, of course, I never can resist a bonfire so out I went, started chatting and before I knew it was chucking wood on with wild abandon. In the end the fire was so big that I was rather afraid to leave it to go out to book group. Quite apart from the fact that, with insufficient time for a bath and steeped in wood smoke I would probably NOT be a hugely welcome guest!
So no stitching, no book group, a feeble attempt at blogging . . . but a least the paperwork is done and preps for the fence are well in hand.
And . . . tomorrow is another day.
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Po x
Aged a little over 19 months in this photo . . . and already full of mischief (nothing changes!)
Freezin' it is ~ as cold as the Arctic!
Frankie nipped round today so we could use my Costco card for her to buy large pizzas for tonight's Confirmation session. We were almost blasted off the car park! There has been snow almost all weekend although beginning to disappear now ~ thank goodness ~ but a Siberian wind still.
Other than Frankie's visit I have been keeping warm and researching for tomorrow's Poetry Group ~ G K Chesterton whose 'The Donkey' I have always loved. I have focused on his time living in Beaconsfield which is not far from here and home, of course, to the lovely Bekonscott which we visited a few times when the girls were small. I ought to nip over there and look at the Chesterton related sights! when the weather is warmer though . . .
And really,who am I to complain of cold weather? Here I am (out of choice!) at Norway's North Cape last month. Now that was cold! and fabulous!
Back downstairs now for a warm fire, tea, knitting and 'Civilisations' on The Box.
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Po xx
Out on a limb for ages . . . and ages . . . and ages . . .
But I am getting to be really cheesed off with the negative comments on other media ~ too much gloom, doom, abuse and negativity.
So I am re-entering the blogosphere where contributors seem on the whole to be kinder and more tolerant.
I would like to catch up with everyone . . . . but I think I will just have to jump in to 'where it's at' right now . . .
Bis bald
Po xx
We inherited two apple trees when we moved into Ticklepenny both eaters although, sadly, the squirrels and birds devoured most of them each year. Still, they looked lovely and were shady in summer and blessed with a profusion of blossom each Spring. Our daughters never did much climbing and neither did the older grandchildren . . . But Kpip was fearless! Here she is aged four and on her way to the top where she would sway and thus shake the branches at risk of life and limb! She had a lot of fun up that ole tree.
