Most of this morning I have been bent over more files folders and papers.   Of course, with all the folders and dross around me, I couldn’t reach without straining. There was nothing for it then, but to kneel.  It’s time to get up from my knees now and give them and my niggling back a rest.  I have rediscovered books, cassette and VHS tapes that went with courses.  There is a mountain of empty ring binders and lever arch files, I’ve tipped the contents of them into the recycling bin.   What should I keep,(you never know what I might do)?  A little voice whispers into my ear “should you keep any of them“?   A dilemma!

Yesterday, I gave myself a break from the emotional clutter of my life, and spent a bit of time in what passes for a herb garden.  It was a neglected north- and north-easterly corner that does not rest with a gale or two, or even the occasional storm sweeping through it,  there is the occasional cyclonic wind effect as well. The gardening gloves were on and I meant business.  Those weeds and grasses did not stand a chance. The lovage seems to be surviving, as does a large pot of mint.  The smaller apple and pineapple mints are trying hard.  Last year’s sage plant is thriving too. This year is so cold for the time of year, and the herb patch looks bereft.  The stone strawberry planter which I used for some edible plants is a bit mouldy and looks sorry for itself.  My thyme did not survive through the winter. I am cogitating on what to do with the ground. The nasturtiums have not shown any sign of life. They usually have no trouble appearing.  It might be a case of getting a few hardy flowering plants that a ready to plant out to make the corner look lively.

I guess I have to admit to procrastinating here.  It has been restful and creative.  Right, back to the quern stone the tasks will not do by themselves.

I’ll leave you with  a look at a representative mixed salad from my garden patch a couple of years ago.  The Calendula plants appeared in this glorious vibrant orange and a primary yellow.   If you can call a salad sexy, I reckon this is it!

A representative sample of my salads

Good enough to eat



I thought cutting down on words, generally refining my literature review for my university dissertation  and turning it inside out, was like cutting off a literary limb.  That was then.

Now, I am de-cluttering.  I have filled a tall recycling bin through this week with the reading material I spent hours of my life pouring over, analysing and  exploiting for quotes.  Did I really read all that quantity of stuff?  I must have done.  The job is not finished yet. There are still three ring binders to filter and slim down.  I want to merge five bulging ring binders  into two.  It means I must be ruthless and dispose of the masses of evidence of what I had to do to achieve my goal. I know deep down, I am going to have to eventually dispose of the reduced level of material I am holding on to as well.  I cannot quite let it all go, not yet.  At some stage, maybe all I will be left with, will be the course assignments and the copies of the final bound work I presented to the external examiners.

Old emotions have been stirred up from their resting place; this time though, I am not just refining my words, I am turfing out much of my work,  literally cutting down the material and turning it from the inside to out.

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