R's rue

This evening the Trelawnyd warden’s group let the village know that Gentleman Farmer Ralph had died tragically this morning.  I had only seen him a day or so ago. I had been walking the dogs around 6am before work.  He was driving to the garage to collect his paper. He stopped briefly to ask how I was and we laughed that despite wearing figure hugging PPE at work I was still the size of a house.  He told me to start keeping animals on the field again in way of extra exercise. The quietly spoken  Ralph and his wife Lywenna are much loved and respected in Trelawnyd...this blog entry from 2019 perhaps underlines his kindness  “ Gentleman farmer Ralph Most of my regular readers will know that I live on a small lane. The lane snakes out of the village to the south West and turns at a house and then two farms before moving away across the Valley floor. In the second farm lives Gentleman Farmer Ralph and his gracefully polite wife Mrs L, and this morni...

 In your strength  I rest In my weakness  I yield To the Only One Who can Make me whole from R's rue https://ift.tt/3qfjUXN

Last night I watched Kramer vs Kramer after realising that I’ve never seen it. It was one of those films you think you have seen then ten minutes into it, you realise that it was just a thought. I enjoyed it so much. Streep was amazing. This morning I’ve been walking with Chic Eleanor and now I’m cooking Spiced Turkey and Bean Soup for supper.  I’ve no news except that another Art Deco inspired print arrived today. I will hang it in my study a bit later. It arrived alongside Michelle Obama’s Becoming and a dvd of To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar which my bubble friend Ruth and I will watch on Saturday. I’ve lit the fire And the cottage is filled with the vague scent of woodsmoke and soup And the music from the album  Ancient Heart by Tinika Tikaram  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2O0Vvs4