Something has returned.  Colour, my awareness and love for it.                                                                                       I am seeing patterns and colours.                   I was never blind to it physically, simply to busy at the broad end of Maslows pyramid.So noticing the textures, patterns and colours of apples at the farmers market was wonderful.

Everything is laid out before me, I have choices appearing, and yet all I want to do is write a short note, not many words..just, I miss you, the rest says it self.   But to do this, I know would be uncomfortable, unforgivable, inappropriate. Instead I write this here where no one will see it and if you do, well it may not be about you.
The rest of life, well if I had that under control, who knows where I would be?

What to do in the holidays?

One good turn.
 Should I head to Tasmania?

It is time again to contemplate the holidays and find myself a place to hide, or cocoon for the christmas holidays. And for Christmas itself, I need somewhere to be  .

It is early, still night, but called morning to keep things black and white,
divisions and old boarded up thoughts, wandering down nights back alleys,
Hey mister, wanna try out this version of what if? it's nice and cheap...
 The past always mugging the future.

  Cold, dark water slowly flowing through beds of frost brittle reeds and past bleak bare trees. 
               This is July for me.

Proof that these pictures were really taken in Australia

Plant of the moment.. Cotton Lavender

   I decided to tidy up the curving bed beside the front path today. As usual a simple trim and sweep became a major clear out as I found the Ivy roots and firethorn growing beneath the plastic sheet.  The sheet had clearly been covered in mulch at some point, but time and nature had turned the original mulch into a 5-10cm layer of topsoil.
  In the end the firethorn has been pulled out of that garden bed and a row of cotton lavender planted to provide a bit of continuity.