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Thursday, 10 April 2014

white


the sun comes out and for a few hours we have blue skies


we go in search of blossom


but it is almost impossible to photograph


the wind catches the petals and blows them about


in the end I have to to hold the blooms still.

and it reminds me that we need to remember to be still, 
to stop and pay attention to the world around us, 
because so often it is rushing past,
 like the wind.


Monday, 7 April 2014

blue


First day of the Easter holidays.
Miss K has gone on a trip with Guides. 
There will be trains, and canal trips, the European parliament and most importantly chocolate.


Guides wear blue even out of uniform when on trips. 
We had to buy blue trousers, and then a belt to hold them up!


She rebelliously packed pink pyjamas.


Meanwhile feeling blue is one of the kitties. He got stung (we think) on his leg and licked all his fur off, and made the skin oh so sore. Antibiotics and steroid cream seem to be helping but until it's all healed he has to wear a cone of shame. Oh you have never seen such a miserable thing, he keeps reversing trying to get out of it, or climbing upwards as it that will help. we are constantly having to rescue him when he gets stuck........ I haven't taken a photo, it seemed cruel.........


Saturday, 5 April 2014

the year in books - April. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks

Joining in with Laura's #Theyearinbooks
The immortal life of Henrietta Lacks. 

Henrietta died from cervical cancer at the age of 31 in 1951. A biopsy of her cancer cells led to one of  the major scientific breakthroughs of medicine, the beginning of human tissue culture, as HeLa cells as they were named became the first human cell line to grow long term outside of the body.  This cell line has been to outer space, aided in the development of the polio vaccine, in cancer research, in drug manufacturing and in vitro fertilization, and has been part of over 60,000 scientific studies. The author tells the story in 3 phases, the life of Henrietta, the story of her cells, and finally of her family and the ethical issues that are tangled within.  Amongst all this the author tells of her struggle to tell the story, to research the history and to meet the family. It was an interesting read, but in the probably not very popular genre of  medical history I much preferred The Emperor of all Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee.


next month, more scientific history. Darwin. The Origin of the Species. It's very long. I'd better start now.....


meanwhile gratuitous fountain photos - just because.


Tuesday, 1 April 2014

that was March.


I feel March passed me by a little.
I wrote 3 posts.  which is woeful. 
One without any photographs at all. In which I was quite grumpy. 
One with a cover of a book. That I downloaded.
I rummaged in the camera's memory for lovely photographs and realised they were few and far between. The camera has gone back to it's old tricks of not being charged. 
The weather was has been very grey and foggy.
and when it hasn't been foggy outside it has been in my head..........

so for March I present to you a rerun of the lovely anemones, some irises from someone else's garden, some wild white beauties, a gecko, a messy desk, some fountains and crochet edging. Utterly random.

April will be better. Remember all those coastal walks from last year? 
Power walk Marathon training. 

It begins again. 
I need to stock up on jelly babies.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

anemones


soft almost feathered petals 


uncurl to show hidden depths of darkness


which open out in the sun


and enchant me.


Friday, 21 March 2014

Friday random

It's Friday already.

which is worrying. what happened to Wednesday?

Oh yes E had a migraine. The new miracle medication didn't work. at all. ok maybe for 10 minutes.
One day lying in a dark room, one day recovering from the "hangover" effect of the migraine.
At 13 the consumption of red wine is probably not the cause, nor is coffee, and it isn't chocolate either.

Apparently it's spring. Which would explain the howling gales, hailstones and grey skies. Last week it was still winter and the weather was glorious. Can I have winter back please. oh and I'd also like some blossom, everyone else in blogland seems to have some.

I made flapjack. I posted some to my dad as a random gift. I also made rock buns. There is none left of either.

We have to go clothes shopping for both children tomorrow. It fills me with dread.

I cut the grass for the first time this afternoon. Apparently our lawn is mostly moss. It is like walking on a green spongy air bed. Which is quite fun.

There are birds looking in the bird house. They did this last year and then changed their minds.

Probably disappointed by the quality of the lawn if you ask me.........

and the lack of rock buns.

random update. I have found a hidden secret stash of Green & Blacks chocolate.
All is well with the world.

 (Not sharing with the birds though. They can eat moss.)


Monday, 10 March 2014

the year in books - march. ice lake


I will admit I chose this book out of need for some mindless literature to read in the bath. 
It was one of those weeks. 
From a huge box of my parents books destined for the charity shop I chose one that looked like it didn't require concentration, engagement or deep thinking.
In fact there were quite a few long sections of description, detailing Montreal's history, culture and some science which I scoffed at. 
Mostly I skipped these sections and read about chasing criminals in the snow, driving on ice, and gruesome deaths. There were plenty of those.
I shall now leave crime fiction alone for another 10 years or so, which is probably how long it was since I read anything from this genre.  But it served it's purpose. 
Sometimes escapist literature is what we all need. 
Even if we don't read all of it......