After gardening I notice some annoying bumps on the back of my hand. My first instinct is to worry in case they are warts.
Next day, at breakfast, I observe the rash appears less inflamed; it must be the result of something I’ve touched in the garden.
I say to Joe, ‘Feel this, what do you think it is?’
‘Braille, it says, “I Love You”, but it’s missing the comma.’
‘But ‘I Love You,’ doesn’t need a comma.’
‘Then it says, ‘immensely and deeply!’
How can I worry about a few bumps after such an interpretation?
Having been off the air for some time, I forgot to mention that my beloved contacted a firm to help me resolve my computer problems.
MacKeepers are a firm who assist Apple owners resolve their problems remotely. I had lost use of my iPhotos and not being resourceful and wanting to go out of my way, instead found other things to keep me occupied, rather than fix the problem. The first man to help lived in the Ukraine. By paying rather a lot, I now have oversight of my computer without having to worry about new bugs invading. The first help took 13 hours to rectify the 2052 problems and freed up some GBs. It is now in the regular helpful hands of MacKeepers who are also at the end of the telephone if I have questions or problems. This is a wonderful service and I really am grateful to have the computer back. Of course there are lessons for me to learn to help keep my computer healthy. I have utilised this telephone service once and the man was very patient and talked me through, seeing what was on my screen he could see what the problem was.
The relief is enormous. I hadn’t realised just how much it was bothering me subconsciously.
Here are a few more photos, left over from my last post of our visit to Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula.
One of the Mazes at Enchanted Adventure Garden
The Fairy Garden
Cherio from M & J
Christopher Pyett : ideas for paintings
Autumn is a time for hunkering down. My daughter rang to say her gutters have been replaced and a dangerous chimney taken care of.
We’ve decided to remove two large palm trees that drop thousands of seeds and sprout everywhere. I love their height, but the other trees will soon fill the space left behind.
General garden maintenance is a fulfilling task. Removing spent tomato plants, culling the raspberries and tying the new canes makes the garden feel ready for winter. Pruning everything is something that needs to be rationed according to the recycling bins. We now have two brown bins, for garden waste that I don’t want to compost. Our six compost bins are fully utilized. So the garden is in need of constant attention, which fits in with writing.
I’d like to work half days at each, writing and gardening, so that I’m not sitting in front of the computer all day. This healthy option seldom works out, but I shall continue to aim for this ideal.
My computer is fine apart from the iphotos, which won’t allow me access. I shall really have to learn to use my new laptop, which is another thing I’ve been resisting. So for the moment, no photos of the garden.
Frankston Beach, Victoria, Australia
Out the study window with bird’s nest ferns in the foreground.
Tomorrow October starts and day light saving begins on Sunday. Our weather has been beautifully cool, but a hot weekend is forecast. It is perfect weather for writing, but everything else seems to be getting in the way. We received a marvellous short story this morning, written by a friend from art school, all of those years ago. He writes with such humour, I’m hoping he’ll let me share it with you. I’d love to be able to write like him. Chris Fooks, the author of this piece, now lives in Scotland. What a small world we live in.
Acacia, or wattle, as we know it.
Winter is gladdened by flowers. The yellow of the wattle lifts the spirits. It is said that there is a wattle flowering every day of the year, as there are so many varieties. This one reminds me of my childhood, wandering around the farm in the winter holidays.
The Hardenbergia violacae is often found near wattles and the opposite colours really zing on a winter’s day, especially the purple one, which is more common than the other colours.
A quote I read today will suit every season:
“Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realise you’re already in heaven now,’ Jack Kerouac wrote in a beautiful 1957 letter.”