DO NOT TOUCH

DO NOT TOUCH

Out on recent walks I came across some of nature’s curiosities. My DSLR camera has been busy. Me, well, I just edited in photos and edited out what I thought didn’t work. What was left seemed quite interesting. See what you think.

Frost And Wind Burnt Leaves May 2019
More Frost And Wind Burnt leaves May 2019

These trees were in a sheltered setting. In February this year we had an unexpected spell of very mild weather, plant life was confused. The trees leaved early, only to be caught out by a sudden dip in temperatures, frost, gales, and wintry weather. The trees will shed their leaves just like they should do in Autumn, and at a time when they should be bursting forth with the new spring growth.

Wild Life?

Sauntering down another path, we came across an interesting creature in the lee of a Gorse bush. If you peer into the bush you will see another.

Gorse Spikes

Do not touch! Nature has her own way of warning off marauders. Those Gorse spikes are nasty. You really would not want to be caught up in them. They flower all year round. At this time of year (spring/summer) Gorse puts on a good show, the flowers are abundantly at their best, as you will see in the photos above and below.

Pussy Willow Buds

We passed on by the Willow, the only one we saw.

Elegant Nettles

Nettles vigorously grew, as they do; these were in the early stages of growing and filling out, elegant and beautifully formed. Another one of Nature’s stings, best avoided. There were no Dock Leaves in sight with which to offer temporary nettle sting relief (first aid).

Silvery

These twigs were glittering like rods of shiny silver in the sunlight. The stunning effect, I knew, would be hard to capture. I guess the camera did its best.

We ambled on and near the end of our walk this tranquil scene came into view.

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STANDING WHERE THE WIND DOES NOT BLOW

This morning I did the ironing.  Before that, I fought the gale force gusts and pinned laundry on the rotary drying line.  I learned my lesson a long time ago, don’t go chasing the whirly line, grab it and bring it back to me…where I am standing, not quite where the wind doesn’t blow, though in a better place from which to pin up the washed garments.  

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The first load did quite well, it is now folded and waiting to be ironed. The second load got pulled in when it looked like serious rain was descending. It soon passed so…………out I went and pinned  up that load again on the rotary drying line.  It’s getting dark, time for  finally rescuing the laundry.

I’ve also been making up parcels this afternoon. February through to early March is a busy time for family birthdays.  I admit it, I am glad the job is done and dusted.   Making up all the birthday parcels in one go is a bit of a marathon; there’s a lot to be said for my habitual pattern of spacing out the task.

The reason for getting all these jobs done, is, I am trying to cover in advance as many tasks as I can, as I am expecting to be a lot less mobile than usual after the end of this week, jut for a short while.  I will be under orders to put my feet up and rest for the first two or three weeks.

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With that in mind, I have checked out the laptop computer, which, has not had a great deal of use for a while. It’s now updated and firing on all cylinders. I do prefer a tapping keyboard rather than a digital touch one  on the  tablet computers. The digital touch screen keyboards do not work well at fast typing speeds.  No amount of auto correction sorts out the gaps and gobbledygook that regularly appears.

I’ve got some books waiting to be read; there are a couple of films on DVD I have not yet watched and horror of horrors, I could even get into the habit of watching daytime T.V.  I wonder if that’s enough to keep me glued to a chair. A bit of wriggling about should keep numb bum at bay for some of the time  The doctor said that there is about six weeks recuperative time after the job is done, then, I should be able to stand on my own two feet.

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NOT ENOUGH SECURITY

We are exhorted in endless ways to be security conscious, are we not? …YES WE ARE.

Don’t do this, don’t answer that, we won’t  phone you, we shall never ask you anything personal etc. etc.

I received a phone call. The guy asked for me by my surname, introduced himself with a first name and told me he was phoning about an issue I had raised about [nameless] bank. So that we could discuss the matter he would first need to go through security with me; so saying, he launched into the first (and last) personal question .

Giving me a first name was not sufficient for me, though he evidently thought it was.

No, he couldn’t tell me anything more without going through security with me. And, if I was refusing to clear security with him then he could not give me any information.

One sided security here, ringing all the alarm bells. If  the call was being recorded, I wanted it to be recorded that this call was unsatisfactory. Like a good girl, I was keeping to the security rules and keeping mine safe. Surely, for his part to confirm his status to me, information could be given about when the issue was raised at least and perhaps who may have dealt with any call relating to it. (Those were my questions).

The answer: you’ve probably guessed it – not without me going through the [ bank’s] security, with which, given the nature of the call, I was not going to oblige. Obviously tetchy, he said, in that case he would have to write to me.

I offered to phone him. Yes, I could have a number to call him on but, (there’s always a but isn’t there) ” I am between two floors and you might not get me.”
  
I await a letter.

PLAYING AROUND

The New Editor obviously disliked me playing around. I published a post via its portal and it immediately uploaded …surprise, surprise! Viewing the post was a another story: it definitely excluded me, its author, as not a word I had written was to be seen by me. It showed up as ‘For Friends Only’. I had left the post open to everyone to view.

How strange, odd and frustrating. The ‘new editor’ is obviously idiosyncratic.

MOVING ON BUT NOT OUT

I am moving my primary allegiance from BCUK to another blog I have on Blogger. I would love it, if you, my friends, would link up with my postings there. I can be followed on that blog, the address of which is,

http://myword1.blogspot.co.uk/

There is an avalanche of spam flowing through BCUK which, must be having some effect on the blog site and its efficiency. Like many others, I have subscribed to the campaign to try and get the flow of spam checked. It has become increasingly difficult to load up posts and send comments. This is why, with regret, I am moving on.

Dear friends, some of you I have known a long time, I will be checking in to your posts as usual and commenting here and there, as I have always done. I would love to continue to hear from you all ‘over there’.

🙂

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THIS IS THE TIME OF YEAR…………

This is the time of year when, as I study my address book, I see the changes in personal friendships, of those who have lived and died. Perhaps it is because of the phase of my life, that this year, there have not been any divorces or separations. There are no new additions to family groups.

At this time of the year, I am thinking what stage of development we are all at. The very young ones, what will best suit them; the teenagers, maybe something ‘off the wall’. But then, what seems very different to my way of thinking, may be really weird for them…if that’s the case, then it’s definitely out of the box thinking, and I will go with it!

What about my contemporaries? They are scattered all over the world. What do their life circumstances and tastes tell me; they generate ideas as to what those friends might appreciate or enjoy. Some ideas I have are very simple, some a little more complex, others arrive serendipitously. We, me and my contemporaries, are moving inexorably along, to being the older generation. Our older generation have nearly all passed on.

VEGETABLES PLAYING GOOSEBERRY

There was an article in a broadsheet newspaper, on a U.K. public figure being shown as gardening vegetables in harsh climates. It was accompanied by large headlines and big pictures.

I looked at the depicted leaves and branches; question marks flashed into my thoughts, something wasn’t quite as it should be.

What leaves are those?”…….

Gooseberry bush leaves“.

🙄

ROLL ON ROLL OFF

Between really heavy downpours, there are ever so bright, ever so short, bright, sunny periods. They shift in to fool us. The bright moments lull us into believing we are about to enjoy some reasonable respite from the heavy grey clouds that convert into the wettest and relentless rainfalls.

I gave up on thinking there might be time to get washing out and dried. I almost gave up on doing washing. My umbrella having been abused by a force eight gust a couple of weeks ago, just about does a fragile job of keeping the worst of the rain off me. Looking at the double spars that have been untwisted, making them look bandy-legged, I don’t think the umbrella, which is a fairly new one, is going to be in service of any sort, for much longer.

In deference to the mildness of the day, I wore lightweight clothes and a fleece, and yes……….my trousers were soaked. Balls of rain dropped on and rolled off my fleece. I was wet and damp.