Yesterday morning, I was summoned to the far end of the upper field, to view the lush results of planting deer grass.
Whether this was the intended end product, I’ve no idea since I did not read the packet.
But the flowers are quite lovely.
And bees love clover.
Now WP has changed the gallery format. Oh well!
Bees like the invasive honeysuckle too.
Back at my desk, I was accosted by Sam. A very bouncy spider.
And by Muffin, in need of lap time and perhaps early lunch?
Until recently I was seriously creeped out by spiders. I never wanted them killed, just removed. By someone else.
Now-a-days, it’s only the fat, long-legged or very hairy ones I run from.
Finding Sam on my hand was fine but as he bounced off, I was afraid he would get himself squashed.
Spiders are apparently attracted to cat litter boxes and I often come within moments of flattening one. Then I have to get Grant to rescue it as my fingers are too clumsy for delicate operations.
At such times I try to imagine what it must be like at spider-level and whether they get scared.
But they do not think as we do.
The currently un-used hummingbird feeder is outside the kitchen window. When I see a bug flopping about in the nectar I always go to fish it out as it would seem wrong to let it drown.
Quite possibly the it’s bug that stings me the next day, but that’s OK.
Ignoring the sky yesterday afternoon, Grant went out to tackle a flower bed.
Shortly after, we experienced a quite photogenic rainstorm.
And when it showed no sign of letting up, the man returned, muttering darkly.
Working in warm drizzle is one thing, but cold, driving rain not so nice.
And the wind got up too.
But the light was extraordinary.
Everything got a good soaking.
“I’s not a thing!”
Indeed not, sweetie!
And nor is Peanut. She was wet too when she came by after supper.
There was a second fox with her but that one is very timid and it rushed off.
In typical fashion, once Grant had given up gardening, the sun came back out.
Then the real picture show began.
Pondering the idea of writing about the “creation” of a trigger, I decided that there may be value in it and I am not averse to “sharing” it.
I am just not sure how I would go about publishing it, however.
In my early blog I wrote elements of the story which I believe was helpful to me.
After many long years of therapy, something had suddenly shifted in my mind and I could go back and look at events in a detached way.
There were details I left out, thinking them unnecessary, but I have come to realise that many of the smallest things can influence us.
I am able to follow a quirk back in time now and pinpoint where it originated.
What triggered me the other day was *perceiving that my feelings were once again being dismissed, put down, that I myself was being treated as second class, unimportant.
Whereas I used to accept that I must indeed be so, I now know that I do not deserve to be dismissed, ignored or treated as unimportant.
(*The perception was just that. The comment was not directed at me personally.)
I am entitled to my opinions but do not expect everyone to agree with them.
It is important, I think, to be aware of people’s sensitivities. Many people have “no go” areas and I do my best to respect them. I, myself have none.
By all means disagree with me. But do not treat me as mentally defective because you couldn’t be bothered to consider my point of view.
So, the story will be written but I must do it thoughtfully. What I shall do with it then remains to be seen. I don’t really want to have a second blog but maybe that’s where it should go?
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As always, your photos are just wonderful!!! 😊😊
There seem to be many more contemptible people about now, than there used to be, who consider that only their opinion is right and no one should dare to disagree. Whatever happened to debate and reasoned argument, and why do people never answer a question anymore?
Just lost the comment!
And so just thank you, Carolyn!
“What triggered me the other day was *perceiving that my feelings were once again being dismissed, put down, that I myself was being treated as second class, unimportant.
Whereas I used to accept that I must indeed be so, I now know that I do not deserve to be dismissed, ignored or treated as unimportant.”
And that is an example of maturity and growth! (And this comment sounds patronising. it is not intended to be so. It comes rather from a place of admiration and respect.)
And yes those pictures are glorious and make me miss my own years on a hilltop in the Hudson Valley.
Thank you Josie. You are kind. Yes, I am lucky to be here.
Write it on here, I’m sure we will read it happily.
You are much kinder to bugs and spiders than I am. Especially those that bite.
Best wishes, Pete.
If I do I suppose I could preface it with a warning. Some of it is a bit disturbing/shocking? It will also be a bit long, perhaps. Anyway, I’ll write and then decide.
Not sure if I mentioned before that I used to collect Redback Spiders and their eggs in a jar as a child? This used to freak my family out to no end but I loved observing these in a large jar with punched holes in the lid. Looking back, it sounds a little weird. Coming from Australia, we have loads of spiders!
Sorry to hear about the comment although I didn’t see it, but you’re right, we’re entitled to our own opinions and people don’t need to read your posts if it offends. 😉
It was something that was posted on another site and not directed at me.
Ah right, hope all is well.
Those flowers are the most beautiful deep red colour! And your photos after the rain are beautiful – how beautiful nature (and the sky) always is after a downpour, isn’t it?
Over the years I have written a lot when I wanted to express emotions – especially the sadness after my miscarriages. I probably would have blogged about it (if I had a blog at the time) … but it is a fact that it definitely helped me in many ways to overcome difficult times.
I am so sorry about the miscarriages. It must have been very painful.
Thank you very much Carolyn. Losing our dogs was almost as heartbreaking for me …