R's rue

Higger Tor with resting cattle  Today was a good day.  After a breakfast of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes with slices of banana and a pint mug of tea, I went upstairs for my daily shower then donned some shorts and a  blue T-shirt I bought in Croatia before the pesky pandemic arrived. I grabbed my car keys and ordered Clint to take me to Burbage Bridge. "Steady on the brakes!" he advised following Tuesday's costly garage work on that particular feature of his anatomy. It was another warm spring day with the golden orb shining from a milky blue sky. I plodded a four mile circuit around The Burbage Valley, Higger Tor and Carl Wark and then got back home for 1pm. I made Shirley and I cheese salad sandwiches for lunch. She ferried me to  my friend Mike's house for 2pm and there I met up with Mick and Danny for beers and conversation. We hadn't met like this in five months but the session was legal following very recent changes in England's coronavirus regulations...

 I think of worst case scenarios And I need to stop it's killing me inside The control freak in me can't decide if I want answers or can handle them it's a week  Where the more i try to surrender The more I'm not getting it right Who knew  i ask for prayers as i let go And let God Tired but a friend told me it would take exhaustion  until I would  embrace surrender from R's rue https://ift.tt/39tfc3q

  One girl asleep sat up on my trendy couch Another, sat carefully on my knee, watching the world  My girls.... I wouldn’t have enjoyed Bodnant Gardens without my Mary today And tonight, I wouldn’t have laughed out loud spying Dorothy asleep with her head propped up at the strangest of angles. These two have carried me throughout the last year of lockdown , and have lifted my spirits through the year before that  without even trying..... without them  I doubt I would have made it........so easily ..... My girls...... from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3sEFsPT

Mary amid daffodils Very slowly, things are starting to open up here in Wales. On Saturday I am meeting my sisters and sister in law for a garden based light lunch and today Mary and I are off to newly reopened  Bodnant Gardens * for a walk. I am so glad that the National Trust allows dogs into their gardens. Going alone is always fraught with the vague sense that I’m seen to be an old pervert. Having a dog with you precludes this strange stereotype. Dorothy is far too excitable for such a place. The gardens were thick with people determined to get the most out of the spring sunshine *  Bodnant Garden   ( Welsh :   Gardd Bodnant ) is a   National Trust   property near   Tal-y-Cafn ,   Conwy ,   Wales , overlooking the   Conwy Valley   towards the   Carneddau   mountains. Founded in 1874 and developed by five generations of one family, it was gifted to the National Trust in 1949. The garden spans 80...