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Friday, 4 March 2016
The big downside to a bucolic lifestyle is the continuous 'waiting'. It's at this time of year that I begin to get really BORED.
Everything takes a whole year before it comes around again. We spend a year waiting for the next crop of Cherries, we wait a whole year for the next crop of Tomatoes, and we wait a whole year for the next crop of Rhubarb. We spend our lives in annual anticipation and expectation.
I have known town dwellers who hardly knew what season it was, their lives were spent either indoors or in their car/train/bus. No chance of that here.
Farmers must feel it the most, as their livelihoods depend on it; but even folk like myself become obsessed with the never-ending seasonal cycle.
Ever since I grubbed-up my tomato plants last October, I've been looking forward to planting again, and I still have about 2 months to wait.
I'm getting really fed-up with having nothing to do at Haddock's. I need to get onto some soil.
Total Eclipse of the Blog
Hello, dear readers! Are you in the path of the eclipse? Did you buy the
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10 months ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!