SOME DAYS - .. MAGIC JUST HAPPENS .... FOR NO GOOD REASON....

When ambition ends, happiness begins.  Thomas Merton


(maria's diary)

Hot

The pace of the holiday has matched the pace of the mini heatwave and slowly I have cleared out my new bike shed and re organised the garden shed which now has neat lines of gleaming garden tools in it as well as a newly buffed up mower.
Not content with the outside sheds, I made a start on some unsorted bedroom cupboards and cleared out a load of shite as well as carrier bags of old books and photographs all of which I have therapeutically thrown into the bin.
I bumped into Mrs Trellis when I was returning Jason's power cleaner and both agreed to attend the photo session of the Street Wardens which looks as though it's happening on Sunday evening
Mrs Trellis is buying a computer soon , so impressed she is with on line shopping.

Trendy Carol ( in a baseball hat inspired ensemble today!!) stopped to chat as the lone cockerel stopped by for his tea as he made his way back to the Churchyard.
I feel for the bird who looks and acts incredibly lonely
I caught him yesterday standing on the Church wall listening to the crowing of a cockerel at the livery stables only 1000 yards away.
So near but so far away.

The bulldogs have spent their day with nipples against cold shady concrete

Thunderstorms are on the way 

Documenting The Present

This photo can be seen on my sister blog http://trelawnydhistory.blogspot.com/
It features all of Trelawnyd volunteer Wartime force and was taken outside the memorial Hall
I like the fact things are documented
I've suggested that we organise a socially distant " Group " photograph of the Street Warden initiative organised by Velvet Voiced Linda from Well Street
Ok it may be a bit like herding cats 
But I think something that has worked so effectively should be documented and celebrated
I've put the request out on the Warden's App and Cameron has agreed to take the photo!

Siri.....what day is it today?
Oh it's Thursday already is it? Bloody hell.."..
I'm sat at the kitchen looking at my list boxes
Seventeen ticked off already!!!
I will drain my bucket of coffee soon and will go and clear out the shed
Eighteen ticks by lunchtime!

It's a lovely day,

I will leave you with a short tribute to Margarita Pracatan who died yesterday