SPRING IN THE MOUNTAINS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

Where we live in the mountains there is an area which feels to me like country in the mountains.    
 Some people have ranches and there is actually a vineyard up here that has award winning wines.  I'm use to vineyards being near the coast and somewhat inland here in California so it was a surprise to find a vineyard in the mountains.

The birds return and if snow has fallen it melts quickly and it feels good to be outside.   We have had a lot of rain but for us no snow. 

The ravens come to the yard every day.  I am like a kid and if I have toast and the crust is not exactly as I like it - the ravens get a treat - multigrain toast.

My neighbor is out in her yard although I have only seen a quick peek of her but I know she is enjoying her garden and soon I will be enjoying her garden from my side of the fence.

So this is just a made up scene of a woman out enjoying feeding her ravens and she is so glad most of the snow in her yard has melted.  Soon she will walk about a mile down the hill to go fish at her favorite spot at the lake.  She recently moved to the mountains and plans on making her barn an art studio and the yard surrounding it into a summer zen garden.  Good luck to her - I wish I had her commitment to making her outside surroundings serene and beautiful.  But, she is a fortunate woman, she isn't surrounded by a forest of trees that drop pine needles and seeds everywhere she walks.  She has a good clearing for her garden and sanctuary.

Meanwhile, I will just sit out on my  deck and enjoy seeing how she creates her beautiful spaces. 



“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”


― William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire


Shut Up And Dance With Me

I was tired and emotional yesterday
Today's glorious sun has taken over from my aggressive tendencies and after a long sleep in after getting up too early
My mood has lifted.
It's 7pm and the cottage windows are wide open to the near summer conditions 
Mary is out with Hattie and her boyfriend Adam
Hattie and I will be ringing the Church bell tomorrow at 8pm
The bulldogs are down at Trendy Carol's, respite which allowed me to clean the floors and scrub the patio. 
Trendy Carol is wearing her summer linen.
We have our old , more cheerful postman back....he left me my ordered Korean disaster movies and an early birthday card from Marilyn ....thank you! My birthday is not until June 1st 
Yes , I'm a Gemini 

A week or so ago I posted a wonderful dance video from classic Hollywood movies. Today I will leave you with this more modern day version.
It's a triumph of editing ....
Enjoy
It is pure joy 


Bunfight

My old blog friend Mike (Should Fish More), didnt know what a Bunfight was yesterday.
Perhaps it is more a British word than an American one.
It can mean one of two things
A grand , official tea party.....
Or a heated argument.
If I write bunfight, invariably I mean the latter

I've been overdue for a heated argument for a while
One has been simmering in my post decree absolute psychi for a long time now
I've known that for a while now,
I know myself very well.

This morning I was called a fat prick by a skinny, ratty looking man in a sports t shirt .
He had obvious shortness of bone, a shopping trolley full of cheap lager and two badly behaved children who were doing their own thing near the avacados

After trying to negotiate the brats for a while, unsuccessfully I may add, I remarked quietly  to the man to "take control of his children !"
Obviously the rebuke hit home and the man kicked off

A bunfight ensued.

Now I know rebuking another guys kids in front of him never really ends well,
But my blood was up ( as was my blood pressure) and transference needed a way forward

Well, I must thank the young lady who joined in the " debate" after the young ratty man referred to me as a FAT PRICK !!
She reminded the man that it was still dangerous to let kids wander ad hoc and given that covid rates are rising in North Wales
Ratty man told her to "fuck off too!!!"

This  was no arguement that could be won by my usual resort of " Cheap Shoes!!!" As ratty man was wearing very expensive looking trainers
And so  in my best Joyce Grenfell voice I countered with
" I may be a fat prick but you are a fucking ignorant arsehole !" 

On reflection
A double edged sword that reply lol .........